Naughty Wife Novels & Stories

She whispered, "you naughty man” That woman starts licking his ear and kept his hand on her boobs. She starts moaning, sapphire couldn’t take more, so she ran towards the washroom and starts vomiting like a mad woman. That woman stops her licking, and rowan also stops nuzzling her. She felt bad for sapphire and said, "rowan I told you not to come in your room, she is your wife. No wife can digest the fact that her husband is busy with another woman.” Rowan went furious he grabbed her neck tightly and thrown her on the bed and shouted “don't you dare to speak more than needed, understood? And don't try to be my mom?? “

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

' 'Any man will go out and have another woman if he has a nasty wife like you. A NASTY WIFE LIKE YOU. IT'S YOU. IT'S YOU, JESSICA. YOU DID IT. YOU KILLED YOUR CHILD. YOU LED YOUR HUSBAND TO CHEAT ON YOU. IT'S YOUR FAULT. YOUR BABY IS DEAD BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT A GOOD WOMAN OR WIFE. YOU COULDN'T HAVE BEEN A GOOD MOTHER EITHER. IT'S YOU. YOU. YOU. JUST YOU. "Nooo!!!" A sudden blackout turned everything dark.

“Work? That’s the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard. Do you hear yourself? Look at you—you’re gorgeous, you’re kind, and you’re literally the perfect wife. Meanwhile, he’s out there being an emotionally constipated jerk. Seriously, what’s so special about him? If I were you, I’d find myself a lover. That would teach him a lesson.” Lara shot her a pointed look. “That’s never going to happen. You know how much I love Lucas.” Ali groaned dramatically. “God, you’re hopeless. You’re so in love with a walking red flag!” Lara stifled a laugh. “You sound more bitter than I do. You don’t even have a boyfriend.” She shrugged. “That’s because men are trash. It’s like they have collectively decided to be te

Ava stayed in front of me protectively, ready to lunge if Zarina so much as blinked the wrong way. Zarina took a step closer, smiling cruelly. "You think throwing him a party will change anything? You think it’ll make him love you again? You're even more pathetic than I thought. You’re delusional, Anastasia. He’s already moved on." "Maybe," I said evenly. "Maybe he has. But I’m still his wife." Zarina flinched, just a little, the word wife hitting exactly where I intended it to. Her eyes flashed with fury, her hands clenching into fists. She stepped even closer, so close I could see the tremble of rage in her shoulders.

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

A sound that made my blood run cold. A woman's laugh. Breathy. Intimate. Then Adrian's voice: "Shh. She's probably still asleep." No. No, he wouldn't. Not here. Not in our apartment. But I already knew he would. Because I'd seen this before. In my first life, in a different place, but the same scene. The same betrayal. I stood slowly, silently. Crept to the balcony door, which I'd left cracked open. And looked inside. They were in the living room. Maribel was bent over the arm of the couch, her leggings pulled down to her thighs. Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure.

She gestured to the food set on the table. Adrian’s words lingered in her mind, and a smile found its way to her lips. If she could survive this night without chaos, then there was nothing she couldn’t survive—not even after the abusive marriage she had endured before fate brought Ethan her way. “Please excuse me,” Natasha said, smiling as she stood up with her phone clutched in her hand. She could no longer pretend to be happy even though her daughter was still sending signs. She walked toward the parking lot, her hands trembling as she dialed her husband’s number.

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.