Novel & Cerita My Distinguished Wife And Humble Me

"You're too good for me what have I done to deserve you." "I'm the lucky one I don't deserve such a highly educated man,I didn't even get my college degree yet despite that you love me." "I love you for the kind hearted person you are not for your family background,heritage or status.If anyone out there deserves my love it's you. Come on let's get you to bed,I have a fun day organised for us tomorrow.I wanna show Athens my beautiful wife and sons."Sage snuggled closer to her husband,it still feels unreal that he's her husband this sexy handsome hunk.

He turned to face me, his eyes softening with understanding as he reached out to gently cup my face in his hands. “I know it’s overwhelming, Zara, and you’re extremely brave for being here, but you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you every step of the way.” He whispered. “Remember, you are my wife now. My queen,” there was something going on with my stomach everytime he used the ‘my wife’ line.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

he said, smooth as the whiskey still coating my throat. “Forgot to introduce my better half. She’s shy—hates the spotlight. Meet my lovely wife… Mrs. Christopher.”

she whispered, her voice small and breathy. "You have nothing to be ashamed of in front of me," Victor murmured, his thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles over the back of her hand. The intense, possessive hunger that usually ruled his eyes had melted into something profoundly sweet, an unyielding reverence that made her heart skip a beat. "Everything I did to you in that bed, everything you gave to me... it belongs to us. You are my wife. My queen. You don't ever have to hide your face from me."

If looks could kill, hers would have killed me instantly. I slung her a triumphant smile. Why did he like the way he addressed me as his wife? I had to hold myself back from standing up and doing a happy dance. She reluctantly stood and left the dining room. *Alora is my wife. I am eating dinner with my wife and I prefer it that way, just the two of us. Alone.* These words reverberated over and over in my head and my cheeks heated up so much. I kept curling my lips, trying to stop smiling.

My entire closet at the moment consisted of three faded jeans, two hoodies, and that ridiculous maid uniform. “Why are we here?” I asked, hugging my hoodie closer. Julian stepped out, not even glancing my way. “Because my wife shouldn’t look like a beggar.” My chest tightened, heat shooting up my neck. He actually called me his wife. For one insane, embarrassing second, my heart fluttered like some teenage girl hearing her crush say her name. But then reality smacked me in the face with the last part of his sentence. Beggar. My cheeks burned hot, caught between humiliation and something I refused to name. Did he have to phrase it like that? Couldn’t he just say he wanted me to look… decent?

'''' He got up from bed and I was still processing what he said. '''And don't flatter yourself. you are just my wife and that's only a tag for everyone else. For me you are not more than a maid for me. And Don't you think so low of me. I would hire some hookers my satisfaction. Sleeping with you would be the last thing I want. So Stop thinking so high for you.''''

"I love you, my Little Flower, my wife" "I love you too, my Dark Prince, and from this day forth, my husband." 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

She says, smiling at them. “This is my wife. Now you can give her all your praises.” Edward said, sounding very pleased. “The party was so beautifully decorated, and I’m honoured ro have experienced being surrounded by such non living beauty, even if the abstract art seem to come to life sometimes.” “Oh really? The pleasure was and still is mine, Mrs Shaw, thank you very much.” Edward’s wife says with a large smile to Natalia and sends a cropped version of her original smile to Wendy. Natalia, noticing the tension quickly speaks up. “My husband is waiting for us. We have to go.” She smiles.