Novel Luka Hati Seorang Istri Novels & Stories

He saw himself there. One of Lira’s lovers was strategic and cold on the outside but consumed by an almost obsessive love. He calculated risks and planned every move, but when he loved, he loved with a precision that bordered on emotional violence. Luka recognized his own reflection and felt a shiver. He read for hours. When the sun began to rise, Luka had devoured almost one hundred and twenty pages. He closed the laptop with trembling hands, his chest tight with an emotion he rarely allowed himself to feel: deep admiration mixed with fierce pride.

I proudly said to her. She chuckled. "He only hired woman, Big bro," she said, I scratch my forehead. Yeah right, that man is a womanizer so he won't accept me for being his secretary. If I am the CEO, of course I would like a sexy and beautiful girl not a man, unless the CEO is a gay. Ugh, gay? Damn disgusting! My attention is on Nadya when she spoke. "Do you want to get revenge on Lucas Big bro? Will you do anything to get revenge on him for me?" I slowly nodded.

LARISSA– Two years later I woke up to someone violently shaking my body. "How fucking lazy can you get? Will you get the hell up already!" Katya hissed at me so early in the morning. I opened my eyes and saw her staring down at me. The fact that she was my husband's mistress still hurt badly even after two years. Katya was still the same person she was that night, she still wanted to control everything and everyone around her even if it meant fucking her brother-in-law on his wedding night.

But everything was happening so different from what he expected. "What is wrong with you Lucy. You always said you love me. You waited for me and now I am here. Why are you refusing my touch? What that bastard has done to you." Luciana shot him a glare through her glossy eyes. She tried to free herself from his grip but instead, he tightened it pulling her more closer. "He's my husband Luca. I never loved you. It was just an illusion of mine nothing else." She said trying to push him but her words didn't fail to add fuel to fire.

she teased. I forced a smile back, but my eyes didn’t soften. “Isla Lustre, from the Redridge pack. Ex-wife of Alpha Lucien. I was once a Luna in my lifetime, aren’t I lucky?” she said, almost singing a song, rhetorical, as if the words had no weight. My smile dropped into a frown. “You got married to Lucien?” “I fell in love with him, and I put myself in a position where I wasn’t wanted. Unlucky for me,” she answered, smiling still, as though she believed I was humoring her.

She introduced herself in a manner confident people did, with just her name, and her hand extended, her eyes meeting mine directly. "Isabelle Cage," she said with a smile. I shook her hand and it took exactly two seconds for the last name to ring a bell. She watched me through it all not once did she look away. "You are Luka's wife," I said, trying not to sound bitter but it took so much from me. You can't blame me, she and Luka put me through so much especially with that voicemail I got from her threatening me to stay away from her man eight years ago.

He whipped his hand out and gripped my arm in a steel like grip, and I could honestly feel his fingers digging into my flesh and the pain sprang tears to my eyes abruptly. “Don’t you ever in this lifetime or another lifetime of yours walk out before I give you an order to, Emma!! Apart from having the wife title and bearing my last time, you’re no better than an errand girl I bought from a rival gang. Do not disobey me my sweet wife or the repercussions might be too much for you… and your fragile body to contain.” Luka spat, his eyes narrowing into slits and then roving round my body as though he was in search of a long lost treasure.

Lila. I picked up the papers back up and rifled through them before setting them down again. “This is what I’m talking about!” I said annoyed, He looked at the offending lines I had highlighted out. “The infidelity clause?” he said acting surprised. “Is that its official title?” I had never been so angry in my entire life and that included the day I found out my sister was behind sabotaging me at my own wedding, “If I have an affair the deal is off, yet there are absolutely no limitations imposed on you! It’s a blatant, unrepentant double standard!”

But was it so bad to dream? Iris slowly lay on the floor and curled around herself. She hated her conflicting feelings for Luca. He had treated her badly since they got married but a tiny part of her brain was attracted to him. She knew she had to be careful if she didn’t want to end up being broken before she found her happy ending.

“Luca… please… harder… fuck me… I’m your wife… show him… show him I’m yours…” Luca fucked her relentlessly, deep, rough, every thrust shaking the bed, his hand fisting her hair, yanking her head back so she faced her uncle, the other hand slapping her ass hard, leaving red handprints, the wet, filthy sound of her soaked pussy swallowing his cock filled the room. “Tell him,” Luca ordered. Isabella’s voice broke. “I’m Luca’s wife… I’m his… fuck… he owns me… he fucks me better than anyone ever will… look at me, Uncle… look at what you sold…”