Novel & Cerita Petite Wife

he drew in a sharp breath as he sat on his rolling chair and started tapping the pen on the table. The movement calmed his mind a little, "You will be my wife and once you are under my rule, once you have my surname with you, you will surrender to me like a slave to it's master. You will be welcomed into hell, the hell I will design just. For. You. Mrs. Knight!" He pulled out his phone and ordered his whore to come and release his frustration. It didn't take her much time, the girl was just a phone call away. Liam's eyes travelled through her silky body, she was wearing a pink babydoll.

he murmured, his voice filled with awe. Erica nodded, her gaze shifting between her husband and daughter, the two people who had given her life new meaning. “Yes, we have,” she whispered back, her heart full. As they finished breakfast, Erica knew that the love they shared—their family, the life they’d built together—was the truest victory they could ever achieve. And with Olivia’s joyful laughter filling the air, she felt a peace she had once only dreamed of.

Antonio growled. Not Anna. He and Anna were never on good terms. Anna was his hot tempered younger sister. At least when she was a baby she was very cute. Now she was just impossibly stubborn and vain. “Fine, I’ll think about getting a wife.” Nathan muttered, cutting the line. He clenched his teeth and exhaled deeply, he was about to open the car door when he heard a scream. Nathan turned back and noticed a young woman on the floor, covered in flour. She wore a pink knee length gown with a white apron on it.

Sebastian “So, how was she today?” I asked quietly. “How was my wife?” I could feel Smith shift in the front seat, turning slightly toward me. “Pretty, sir,” he replied. “As usual.” I nodded slowly and rested my elbow against the window. My fingers found their way to my lower lip, and I pinched it slightly, smiling to myself. She was probably the prettiest, alright. Rose had said it often enough, and never once changed her mind. Every single day, she reminded me that her “new mommy” was the prettiest in the whole wide world.

How annoying! "Yeah, I was also shocked. When I saw her I couldn't recognise her as his wife, she is not beautiful and she looks so insignificant with a petite figure, she is kinda short as well... I am sure that she is not from any influential family. Why did he marry her? What did he see in her?" Celeste looked at herself, checking herself from her shoulder to her feet. 'I am not beautiful? Though I have a petite figure, it's hourglass which you will have to work so hard on getting and my height? Is it my fault that your CEO is super tall?'

I had no idea my wife, Bella Ross, had a best friend who was so incredibly sexy. After boarding the plane, the three of us occupied seats in a single row. From the corner of my eye, I stole a glance up Celeste's skirt, looking at the narrow space between her juicy thighs. I was truly so tempted to pry her legs apart and bury myself deep inside her. Nonetheless, my wife was just sitting right next to me. I would never have the guts to do so. As I compared Celeste's figure to my wife's, they were basically worlds apart. Bella was dressed in a tacky shirt, and her chest was so flat that they offered zero tactile stimulation when I caressed them.

She and Mariel were going to be Amaya's little bride while Aiden and Alex were Edward's little groom. Mariel already arrived in the same Versace dress as Alexia and the same hair style but Alexia killed it more with her unique eyes making everyone droll on the little girl's beauty which was what Damien hated the most. "Whose daughter is she?" A woman asked as she saw Alexia with little Mariel hugging each other. " Wait...the CEO of Willington is married? look the girl is calling him daddy," another woman said for a little whisper to be heard as the children stood with their parents.

Chapter 2 *BRITTANY’S POV* Wyatt Hayden. A 26th year old billionaire. Owns Wyatt company. Net worth 23.2Billion. Relationship status- single. ______ I groaned, taking my eyes off my phone. Why the hell am I going through Hayden’s biography. “You need to know about your husband, duh!” My subconscious said. “Eww! He isn’t my husband..he is...” I stopped when I realized I’m talking to myself.

Noah says as he completely unzips her dress, causing the dress to move downwards, revealing a white shoulder. “And still,” He continues. “this house belongs to me. Nobody is going to walk on in and see us, and accuse us of indecent behavior. Stop being such a prude, Natalia.” Prude. The word registers itself in Natalia’s head. She had been called that earlier today by Wendy. Now Noah too. “I am not a prude, my attractive husband.” She says as she drags the waistband of his trousers and pulls him even closer to herself.