Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife の小説・ストーリー

She informed filling my glass with orange juice. “With Victor.” I scoffed hearing his name and she nodded with a questioning look. “Sometimes I feel like, this Victor is his first wife.” She laughed at my statement and Valerie sipped her coffee. “Victor is Valentine’s right hand. He never goes out without him. Don’t be jealous of that lad, I can tell you that Valentine is straight. He isn’t interested in guys like Harman.” Valerie assures me like it was some serious issue earning a slap on head from Lola. I spit the juice ruining my dress and laughed hard.

He smiled like a satiated hyena. “My wife enjoys the current job she’s doing. And we’re doing pretty well as a family. So there’s no need for your charity, Mr. Vellum.” “The thing is,” I said and pushed the contract across the table to him. “I need your wife’s talent.” He chuckled hard as though he’d heard a good joke. “She’s talentless.” “I beg to differ.” And the fury was back in his eyes. “Are you saying you know her better than me?”

Deals were being made in the shadows. And then, a man approached — tall, sharp-featured, with a cruel smile. “Adrien D’Angelo,” he greeted, voice oily. “Still playing the gentleman, I see.” Adrien’s expression didn’t change. “Victor.” The man’s eyes slid to Elena, lingering too long. “And this must be your… guest?” Elena stiffened. Adrien stepped slightly in front of her. “She’s my wife,” he said smoothly, the lie falling effortlessly from his lips.

Chapter 2: The First Payment Mr. Vale’s two thick fingers pumped slowly in and out of my soaked pussy, curling perfectly against that sensitive spot inside me with every stroke. I was bent slightly over his massive executive desk, skirt bunched around my waist, lace panties pulled to the side, legs trembling. I hated how good it felt. “Please…” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Mr. Vale… this is wrong. I’m married.” “I know exactly whose wife you are,” he replied darkly, pushing a third finger inside me, stretching me open. “And right now, that married pussy is dripping all over your boss’s hand.”

The sting hit hard… my own husband, bragging about claiming another man's wife like he was some trophy collector. Elias’s hand pushed me down harder, forcing his cock deeper into my throat. I choked quietly, drool pouring from the corners of my mouth as he used my face. “She was such a loyal little wife when we arrived,” Victor continued proudly. “By the last night, Ryan walked in and saw her getting railed by me and the fucking boat captain. Covered in cum, moaning like a whore. Marriage is basically over. I’m meeting her at a motel tonight. Got some real nasty shit planned… gonna tie her up and really break what’s left of her.”

The man laughed before he took a deep drink, as if he didn’t believe Hades was being genuine at all. Hades watched him for a long time, his eyes open and filled with a hint of hostility. Damien glanced at him, like he knew Hades would explode if his buttons were pushed any harder. The older gentleman refilled his glass once more. “My wife is good enough, but I can’t say I’m not jealous. What’s it like to fuck a woman like that? To own a woman like that—”

"Oh, dear. I'm sure you feel everyone is dangerous right now. I'm your mother, and you probably think I'm dangerous. But I wouldn't hurt a fly. You only feel that way because of your lack of memory. But Devon is very well respected. Also, he is rich and very handsome. Your husband's name is in the papers all the time. He has many projects going on to help the community. If he says you are his wife, you can trust him. You can trust me too. Zari, you are so privileged to be married to someone like that!" "I don't care how much you admire him, don't let me go with him. I don't want to be alone with him." "Calm down, darling. When you regain your memory, you will feel differently." "I don't care

"Of course I am. I have a husband." Robert didn't believe her. "You mean your brother? Why would you spend New Year's with your boyfriend?" "He's my husband. My actual husband. Kieran Kingsley." "Oh, you're just like all the other girls on the Internet. They all love calling him their husband. He probably doesn't even know you exist." Valerie stuttered, "Wait, no, you have to believe me, Robert. My husband is Kieran Kingsley. I'm his wife. I'm a rich housewife."

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to take out my handkerchief and offer it to her?" Livian gave a mischievous smile. "More like the part where you are supposed to kick her kneepits and trample on her hands as soon as she slumps to the ground." "You are evil." She wrapped her hand around his waist. "Not that I'm complaining." "You can't complain about it. You are my evil contract wife and I'm the sinister husband who compliments your nature." He winked at her, ignoring Olivia who was giving a one person show. "Truer words have never been said." She glanced back at Olivia and wondered, was she going to continue putting up that ridiculous act?

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”