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"Of course, that's what you always called me, right? An opportunist who was only ever after your money? Well, you've been wrong all along." Ivan grimaces and looks down, ashamed. However, all I do is walk past him, done with this conversation. "Now, if you don't mind, Noah's scared and wants to go home." He doesn't try to stop me this time and just remains where he is on the ground, still crying as if he lost something so important to him. Why, though, when he's never wanted me from the beginning? As I walk with my little family and best friend, I can't help but wonder where things started going wrong between us. How did I, a simple, low-paid social worker, get entangled with a rich CEO like

Knowing her, that so could only mean one thing, she wanted to disturb my peace of mind. “Tell me about your husband," She declared, her tone steady. My cheeks burnt with shyness at the mare thought of my husband. “He's perfect," I confessed thoughtlessly, my soft, and tender. “He is kind, generous, sexy, perfect body statute. He is like the Mafia bosses you see on television except nicer." “Oh! my type of man. Handsome and dangerous," She said and we both burst into laughter. “Tell me does he use that line ‘Money isn't the problem'"

A future with a house I would never live in, with children whose names had already been chosen by two people who weren't me, with a honeymoon to cities I'd never been invited to dream about. Not one page mentioned me. Not one line, not one crossed-out name, not one small careless heart. Three years of marriage, and I had never existed anywhere in the private corners of my own husband's mind. I don't know how long I sat there on the floor of his office, that notebook open in my lap, before I heard footsteps in the hallway outside. Fast ones. Familiar ones. I barely had time to shove the notebook back into the drawer and push it shut before the office door swung open and Lucas stepped inside,

He snapped at me by holding both my hips to follow his game. I don't know, I don't want to think any further with all this. Even though it is very late now, and it is unlikely that anyone will see our hot romance on the balcony of the Blue Moon villa room which is far from the city crowds, but still for me this feels strange to do. Making love outside the room that I had never thought of. Together with Daniel Noel, my husband, who for some reason currently only thinks of me as an outlet for his anger and resentment towards his beloved wife, Helen Noel. ***

And my husband is the most lovable person I have ever met. While I still had a smile on my face remembering the beautiful time when I met this amazing man and the journey to becoming Mrs. Olivia Charles Lozano, my phone started ringing, and as I lifted it from the bed, I saw my darling husband’s name on the screen. Charles was calling me. Automatically, my happiness becomes double to know that in less than five minutes from now on, I will be in the arms of my husband.

“You’ll give me an heir. That is your value in this marriage. Until you do, you’ll never have my respect… and you’ll certainly never have my love.” The world tilted under her. She staggered back, clutching the table, her tears spilling fast now. “You can’t mean that,” she whispered. “I mean every word.” He turned from her, dismissing her with the movement. “You’ll never earn a shred of affection from me until you bear my child. Until then, you’re nothing more than a pretty ornament in my world.” Her sob caught in her throat. “You’re a monster.” “And you,” he said coolly, pausing at the door, “are my wife. Monsters don’t change, Angela. But wives… wives learn to play their roles.”

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. THE MAFIA EMPEROR - Book Two Excitement blasted through my veins as I stepped into my husband's house. Our new home! I always wanted to be in New York before my wedding. But when I got married to him, I thought all my dreams would end in ashes. But he changed my thoughts and brought happiness to my life. There was no regret in my life now. It was only us. & Happiness! He folded his strong fingers around my hand and stepped into our room. The room was huge but different from our house in Hyderabad. It was a giant room and its walls were filled with his childhood memories. My eyes rested on a cute

Her eyes widen with worry, and I curse myself for telling her, Zoe is soft, and kind, the best of us, the fairest of us all. "That's also not good." She saysa, and I wave her off. "I'm fine, you need not worry." I say, and it has it desired effect, as she grins, and I lay my head on her lap, the bowl of milk laying ignored on the table. "How was your outing with your new friend." She says, and I laugh ast her obvious jealousy. "I met her husband." I say "She's married?" Zoe gasps and I laugh "That was my reaction too." I say chuckling "But her husband is beautiful, and kind, and I so much adore their stories, It made me jealous." I admit out loud.

Sophie's POV The familiar scent of my husband filled the air in the room as I focused on him. Oliver was a very handsome man, his brown hair falling just perfectly, framing his pointed nose and sharp jawline. He was just…. Perfect and every woman's dream. Mine included. He has always been my prayer and the source of my fascination. I just consider myself one of the luckiest women on earth to have such a handsome, loving and caring person as my husband. “Happy anniversary to us, sweetheart,” he whispered to me, caressing my earlobe as he kissed me lightly on. the cheek.

*** Note: My other book "Heartbreaker wife " is completed on goodnovel app. If you like possessive man and toxic marriage with lots of steaminess. Then please give my book a try. Love Pia.