Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Delia, why do you keep insisting on that title? You know as well as I do that you aren't his wife. Not legally, not truly." "We are married; I am his wife." I snapped, looking at him. "But now, it's just... cold." "Except you are not his wife and never were. The marriage is more than just cold," Victor said, sitting forward. He didn't look like he was joking. "I’ve had my people investigate that man top to bottom. Why do you keep acting like you have a claim to him? I investigated that man; he is married, but it's definitely not to you, and the name of the wife is unknown. Unless you are the unknown wife?"

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.

“Lila, I saw you arrive today. Your husband is a fool for leaving a beautiful woman like you alone. Meet me at the private beach villa number seven tonight at eight. We can have a conversation you will not forget. Victor.” My heart jumped. Victor was my husband’s rich best friend. I had met him a few times at parties. He was tall, confident, and always looked at me in a way that made me nervous. I put the note back in the envelope and looked around. No one was watching me. Should I go? It felt wrong but the idea excited me too. Mark never paid me this kind of attention anymore.

"I married a Bond villain." Somewhere down the hall, I was almost certain, the actual Bond villain was already on his phone, closing another deal, entirely unaware that his new wife was sitting alone in his conference room, laughing — badly, wetly, somewhere between tears and hysteria — at the sheer, catastrophic scale of what she'd just signed up for.

“Do you know how much money I have?” “I can imagine and I also can't imagine,” she laughed. “My husband is worth more than silver and gold to me. I really believe he'll achieve something great in the future.” Eric glanced at Lucas who was sprouting an invisible smile on his face. Ah, now he knew why he couldn't let this one go. “Is that so?” Eric chuckled. “Who knows? Your husband just might be a secret billionaire.” Lucas glared at him but Eric grinned back, making him roll his eyes. He turned to Evelyn instead and looked at her tenderly. Her kind words were warmly received and it fueled his heart with so much warmth for her.

she shouted again, her footsteps getting closer, but Maverick didn't reply. It was sick and twisted but I could not help the way I clenched around him. "You like that?" Mr. Wolfe whispered in my ear. "You like the idea of my wife being mere steps away." He thrusts deeper and I almost cry out but I remember his wife who's standing outside. "She could catch us you know? All she has to do is walk in right now and she'll see her husband buried balls deep in the nanny's soaking cunt. Ah, fuck!" He groans loudly when I clench around him again.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Orly Lazy's fear ran straight to his brain, and he spoke out in shock. "I'm Ramma Aubrey's wife, if you dare to touch me, he won't leave you alone." She ran out of ways and could only pick up and grab what could save her life right now Everyone is a nun Ramma Aubrey, right? Augustus Devlin heard her say that his eyes flashed with interest, he found her so beautiful, so he wanted to "eat" unexpectedly, she happened to be the wife of the person he hated, which made him more interesting, speak up.

He asked, getting a bit conscious. Well, getting conscious as a girl called him darling? Is he having an extra marital affair? Damn! That's spicy, let me have some fun. "Wish I could tell you, babe," I pouted. "Look, whoever you are. Don't waste my time. Also, I have a wife back in the home, so if you think you can lure me to your evil intentions, you're wrong," he responded in a firm voice. Oh, so this bastard is loyal to his wife. Impressive, I must say, because Akhil Rane has some good qualities, it's impossible.

The price for the protection offered by the powerful family was higher than I had initially imagined. I closed my eyes, resigned. It was a marriage devoid of love, and I hoped to unite with the older brother of Paul Mitchell, a disgusting man on the verge of sixty; I would be his second wife, as the first one died under inexplicable circumstances that no one can explain. However, to my surprise, my heart raced when Paul Mitchell's youngest son entered my living room. I could feel my legs weaken in his presence, his defined muscles, blond hair, and light brown eyes. A cross tattoo adorned his neck, and his smile was charming.