Novel & Cerita My Substitute Ugly Wife

“I’m not your sweet little wife anymore. I’m a slut for black cock.” Kellan gripped her hips and drove into her, his cock disappearing inside her over and over. Marina threw her head back and screamed, bouncing faster, her pussy swallowing him whole. And I sat there, my face only inches away, forced to watch my wife give herself to them completely.

Her lips curled up in disgust instantly and she screeched like tires on the asphalt. “What the fuck?” I stood frozen, taken aback by Aria's venomous tone. "How dare you bump into me?" she spat, her eyes flashing with disdain. "Are you blind? Can't you see I'm trying to walk here?" She sneered at me, her lip curling up in disgust. "You're roaming around this house like you own the place, like you're some kind of queen. Newsflash, sweetheart: you're not. You're just a...a...nobody. A pathetic little wife who can't even begin to understand the intricacies of our family's business dealings."

I'd do anything to get my revenge on Annie and Daniel. I breathed a sigh of relief after signing the papers and I turned around to take my leave. “Going home?” he asked. “Of course.” I replied to him. Brandon Ford giggled “Miss Addison Smith, have you forgotten you are now my wife? You will live in my house from now on, get into the car and let's go.” What have I gotten myself into? I wondered, my heart pounding. This man will not be an easy one to live with. How can I cope with such a domineering man?

"But my husband holds that woman in high regard. How will I make him listen to me or even trust me if he hates me? To him, I'm nobody, ma'am. I'm just the repugnant sister of his runaway fiancée who came to replace her to avoid a war between families. Egil values that woman so much that he has already lifted the punishment he imposed on her for what happened with Miss Ana, and now she can roam the estate freely as she pleases. Tell me, please, how will I make him turn to look at me? Or even consider me?" "Dear Adelaide, there was a time in my life when I got tired of trying and ran away like a coward, but when I saw you for the first time, those forces I had returned with even greater streng

"Yes, you are a daughter of the De Guzmans, but aren't you Second Hand? divorced from your husband? What does your family think of the Delgados, Who wanted second hand wives anyways? Are you making us fools? This is unacceptable!" The moment Maxine heard those words, she felt so little. The weight of the man's remarks caused her to feel as though she was nothing. She just wished that the ground would open up and eat her alive. Just because she was divorced from her husband. he retreated from what she said as if she were a very filthy lady. But isn't that the actual reason her parents picked her to marry the Delgados' crippled son, since she's a second hand? and they don't want to ruin her si

“He says we can’t live at home anymore.” “Is this how you act in front of a child?” I ask calmly. Daniel looks at me, his eyes full of hate, “You can have the whore and her bastard.” An evil smile tugs at the corner of his lips, “Wait, if you’re here? Where is your wife? Does she know about all this?” Trying to keep my voice neutral, I say, “Don’t worry about my wife. She’s an amazing woman.” “I’m sure she is. But does she like sleeping in a cold bed? A place in mine just became available.” Daniel taunts.

Loud, bitter, and painful. Clap. Clap. Clap. “Oh, so now we’re husband and wife? Now, after I left the house because I was ‘suffocating’ you? Now, after you called me cruel… Now, after I watched my family burn and you had nothing but coldness to give? Now you remember we’re husband and wife?” I stepped back, breathing hard. “Well, dear Killian,” I said slowly, “I’m not coming with you. I’d like to stay here.”

Leaning in until his breath tickled my ear, he murmured huskily, "Your body doesn’t tempt me, my ugly wife." The words hit me like a cold slap. My eyes flew open, and the dream shattered. Reality came crashing down. I was back in my room, drenched in sweat, haunted by yet another fantasy that could never be real. I wiped my forehead and let out a bitter laugh, mocking myself. "I dream about the man who despises me, the man who happens to be my husband." Dragging myself out of bed, I stood before the mirror. My long hair framed my face, cascading down my back. Emerald-green eyes stared back at me, filled with sorrow. I was beautiful by most standards, but to Areen, I was ugly.

It had not come as so much of a surprise that Noah had slapped Natalia once again. “A man who hits his wife, girlfriend, or even any woman in general is not a man, but a wannabe who feels inferior to other men and unworthy of anything that overs get, and so he comes back to his house and takes out all the anger and his miserable state on his wife. That is not even a boy.” Natalia looked up and saw that his nostrils were flaring. “Nobody knows what you are, and so it seems like you need to get character development and work on yourself, because this version of you was not the one I got married to.” Natalia shrugged.