Novel & Cerita My Wife's Lovers Painting

"You're doing this, and we're getting married tomorrow. A Loving wife you chose and it, you will be." "And I hate late replys" Liam growl, making me flinch. "So, what are you saying?" He asks again. I slowly nod. "I understand words better," He adds, and it somewhat sounds threatening. "I… I'll be your wife" I shut my eyes as the word leaves my mouth. "You already are" He scoffs, "I added the loving part for a reason." He moves my hair behind my shoulder. I am suddenly hit with a hicup, "I'll your loving wife" I say.

" He was being too generous. I immediately knew this was too good to be true. I opened the documents and skimmed through them. The assets listed were worth millions of dollars, enough to make anyone believe in his sincerity. But I knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted my signature to paint a picture of a loving husband and a trusting wife to clear away any suspicion that might be directed at him. After I signed these documents, they would become proof of my willingness to die for him. My hand trembled as I picked up the pen. "What's wrong?" Zayne's smile didn't waver, but his eyes hardened. "Don't make this difficult, Ruth. You know I have plenty of ways to make you sign 'willingly,' rig

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at me. I continued, my tone flat and unwavering. "She committed adultery during our marriage. She engaged in improper relations with a man of questionable background. That was how she contracted these diseases. Even if she claims she was unaware of his condition, that does not make her an innocent victim." I paused. Then I took out a printed report from my briefcase and held it up to the cameras. "This is my own medical report from an authorized institution. Fortunately, as her spouse, I have not been infected. Falsifying official medical documents is a crime. So you may trust this report completely."

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

For the past year, as far back as I could remember, I had no recollection of painting, and realizing this affected me deeply. I gazed at the painting, which depicted him. It was stunning, with every detail rendered to perfection. As I approached, I noticed Dominic standing by the artwork, watching it with sorrowful eyes. What I couldn't comprehend was how Dominic could claim to love his wife so much yet still cheat on her; it was absurd to even consider. “What happened between you two?” I asked. When he turned to face me, I saw guilt in his eyes. I knew whatever had transpired haunted him, which only fueled my curiosity.

With almond-shaped eyes, green like emeralds and an ass that looked like a summer nectarine in her tight dresses, the woman had a mouth that fired off like a pistol. Her husband was a fucking idiot. I hoped she realized that sooner rather than later—and not just because I wanted to fuck her. I made it to the bottom floor and stepped into the study. Painter’s tape was on the walls to mark exactly where the paintings would go, and I assumed that was her doing so the guys knew where to put their nails. A group of four guys picked up one of the biggest paintings then lifted it to the wall, catching it on the nails that had been hammered in to support it. It hooked correctly, and they stepped bac

Her hand cups my cheek, her thumb tracing my lower lip. “I’ve been thinking about your mouth all day,” she murmurs. “How it would feel on me.” Heat floods me. I lean in, but she holds me back gently. “Patience, darling.” She leads me deeper into the gallery, past a massive abstract painting. Swirls of crimson and gold that look like passion captured on canvas. “This piece,” she says, stopping in front of it. “It’s about forbidden love. The artist poured her affair with a married woman into every stroke.”

However, because today the Prince is visiting, the number of visitors is limited so that it is conducive. After chatting for a while with their friends, Gabriel and Charlotte took the time to walk around the gallery looking at the paintings by quite famous painters on display there. Their footsteps stopped in front of a painting with a heart, but not just an ordinary heart. The painting is presented with a picture of a pair of lovers having an intimate relationship on each side of the heart. "The aesthetic value is very high," said Charlotte. "The name of the painting is "Together Forever". The romantic activities carried out by this pair of lovers are fully described by the painter,” said G

Is this what makes her happy in the start? Stacy sighed, darting her eyes on the ground. The guilt rose inside her. Stacy clutched the hem of her slack in her lap, and she hissed. Zach continued, “It’s better if I had to call the marriage off. It’s much better if she stayed on another man than me.” Zach couldn’t feel the love anymore. There was something missing in it. She was the light of his life, but why did he feel like it’s not anymore? Zach must have fell out of love.

And in fright. The painting that he bought for Genevieve, the one of yellow flowers in a beautiful field. It was the one that she'd stare at for minutes when she was over at the office, where she'd smile absentmindedly and tell him how lovely it is. How she wished they had that kind of field at home, or even at the farm. The art that his wife loved, splattered with red paint. But perhaps not. It didn't seem like paint. It was blood.