Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Peter Desmond said and left. Alice stood there quietly, biting her lip until it bled. "A, isn't that the young wife that Mr. Peter Desmond just married? Why is she standing there all alone?" A mocking laughter sounded from the side, and Alice clenched her fist, turning around only to see Mrs. Sandra Hale, dressed in elegant and noble attire, standing about two meters away, smiling at her.

It’s a lady in her late forties. She scans me up and down. I'm wearing a white mini dress with spaghetti straps and a yellow shrug, so of course, she would be confused. “Mrs Wilson, right?” I ask, even though I’m sure it’s her. “Yes, and who are you?” she asks as she dries her hands with her apron. “Your husband, Mr Wilson, ordered these flowers,” I inform her, handing her the box. “Oh, thank you,” she smiles at me.

A domesticated act no one from the public had witnessed, not until this time. For an infamous personality of the country, Vasili Wright has been a subject of every wishful fantasy of any woman. Seeing how he takes care of his wife amplified their admiration for the man. A perfect husband. "Thank you" Lia whispers shyly. She is used to his pampering but not in front of several audiences. Staring at the blushing girl, Seville was again faced with perplexity. The girl he saw taking a shot is somewhat of a different person from the girl standing next to the CEO. Contrary to the fierceness she shows earlier, she now looks vulnerable and delicate beside her husband.

But she was more than happy to meet some of his partners "Good evening gentlemen… I guess it's your lucky day… meet my better half… my wife, Mrs Vivienne Ellison, "Victor made the introduction as soon as they reached the VIP table. Vivienne was a little nervous seeing the four men seated around the table. Immediately Victor called her his wife. "Really?" one of the men exclaimed as if not expecting her. Victor carefully pulled out an empty chair and helped her sit down..he took the chair beside her and placed his hand on her lap protectively

I whispered “Aren’t you?” One hand came up, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from my cheek. The touch was startlingly gentle, a stark contrast to the hardness in his face. “You are my wife, In the eyes of the world. That makes you a target. And today, you handed him a glimpse of a soft underbelly, I don't like it”

"I need every info I can get….and when I mean every info, I mean stuff that's not on the internet or public knowledge." Yusuf let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. "You can't keep making me do these illegal things, you know. When I'm desperately trying to be a changed man, then you come for me." Julian pleaded, "You know you're the only one I can come to. If I had another option, would I be here?" The man grunted and picked up the magazine. "Fiona Vanderbilt…” he casually read. "...ain't this one a hottie… wait, Fiona Vanderbilt? The tycoon's daughter?" He raised an eyebrow and looked back at Julian.

You are drowning in your own ocean of miseries, Searching for helping hands. If only you knew that the only hand you can trust is the one at the end of your own arm. ................................................... His foot was tapping on the floor consistently as his hands were intermingled in worry. Worrying gaze checking the main door for her entrance any second. "Sir your wife was seen in the head building of WV Chemicals" "Sir she just left from here in a broken state"

The screen lit up on the coffee table: **Eleanor Vale** (his wife). He released Vivienne like she was made of fire and stepped back, chest heaving. The loss of his heat left her cold and aching. “Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. He answered the call, voice clipped and professional. “Eleanor. It’s late.”

The moment I stepped inside, my best spotted friend me and barreled over, She like a cockerel ready for a fight, eyes blazing. “Alice,” she said sharply, grabbing my wrist, “I'm telling you, David's definitely having an affair with Lily.” “She's his cousin's wife,” “His cousin's only just passed away.And they're already officially together?” “Do they have no shame at all?” She snapped. “Come on.” She didn't wait for my answer. She dragged me through The crowd, shoving past started patrons, straight toward The VIP area. The bass thudded against my chest a s we approached The private room. Laughter spilled out from behind The door, loud and celebratory.

She was stunning up close, sharp cheekbones, dark hair pulled into an elegant twist, and eyes that burned with something between fury and hunger. “Look at her,” Elena said softly, almost to herself. “So young. So eager.” She reached down and tilted my chin up with two fingers. “You’ve been fucking my husband for weeks, haven’t you?” I nodded, too shocked to lie. “Yes, Mrs. Voss.” A dark smile curved her lips. “And you like it? Knowing he’s married?” Damien stood behind me, his hand resting possessively on my shoulder. His cock was still rock hard.