Novel & Cerita Petite Wife

My mind works. "She teases me a lot." Mini complained, "Her husband, Guri and my husband, Vicky. They're brothers. We live under the same roof. I have to do all the chores. She promises to help but she never does." Mini is looking at her with a hard expression. "You're lying," I say. "She's not lying. I misbehaved with her." Rita says and sits on the arm couch arm, "Can you pass me?" She asks, extending her hand at the bowl.

"Agatha, stop right now. Camille is welcome here; she's going to be my wife. “ I was shocked and couldn't figure out what Nathan had said. Camille, his wife? It was absurd. She was barely more than a child. Nathan had always been one to chase after youth and beauty, but this was taking it to another level. "Don't be ridiculous, Nathan," I scoffed. "She's barely out of university. You could be her father." Camille's face flushed at that, but she held her tongue. Good, at least the girl had some sense. Nathan, however, was unfazed.

And even more unexpectedly—the cheating scumbag turned out to be— #Wealthy Wife Chooses to Be a Rich Man’s Dog Over a Poor Man’s Wife# A wealthy lady walked her dog without a leash, nearly biting a female neighbor. Instead of apologizing, she blamed the neighbor for not watching where she was going, saying she blocked the dog's path. The woman in question is Katrina Lee, the pampered wife of Peter Whitmore, eldest son of the influential Whitmore family in City A.

Perry almost burst into tears when he saw the gigantic body that looked like a small mountain. He thought to himself, ‘Ma’am, I’ve fu*king escaped to The Spirit Cage. Why did you follow me? Don’t you know that I don’t want to see you?’ Yes, this woman was the bride from the arranged marriage that Perry’s family found for him. Her name was Fabiola Marche, the direct descendant of one of the major families in Leila. She was an extraordinary woman who was not even 170cm tall but weighed about 300kg.

Novi, who is now in Mini's room, and Rangga's sister stare at Mini who has turned one hundred and eighty degrees. "Perfect!" Novi exclaimed with a smile looking at the changes in Mini. "But Nov, I'm embarrassed to have to wear clothes like this!" Mini said pulling the very mini skirt she was wearing, especially the top she was wearing with a bloated model with smooth shoulders. "Mini, why should we be ashamed? We, as wives, have to dress sexy so that our husbands will be more affectionate. After all, this is at home, not outside, so you don't have to be ashamed." Novi put her hopes back on Mini.

Peterson interjected, guiding them towards their nightly routine. The young girls promptly obey their nanny's instructions and scamper up the stairs. Having this middle-aged woman as their caregiver since their birth has been a tremendous boon for me. She dotes on them with such tenderness and affection, treating them as if they were her own grandkids, and the girls are utterly smitten with her.

I gritted my teeth upon hearing those words. “I have my own company, Tita Claudia, and it’s growing rapidly. I’m only a shareholder in my father’s company anyway, I don’t expect anything from him or his company. And I don’t care what any of you say. And Mira isn’t low like you all think she is. She’s a woman. My woman. Insult her again and I’ll make sure you’ll regret it…” I sighed. Joaquin’s voice was cold and authoritative. “You don’t have the right to threaten me, Joaquin. I’m still your father’s wife! I am so disappointed in you! Marrying a prostitute. You must be out of your fucking mind!” Her words cut deep, but I tried to not mind them.

After all, she was his to look all the way. [Then, why are you wearing shorts?] his mini-self asked him. [That's different. Now shut up and go back! I need to cuddle with my hot, sexy wife.] he said as he tried to shoo his mini self away. [oh, shut uup! She is my wife too. Remember.] his mini-self defended. [She is mine!] he yelled at his mini-self. They both forgot that his mini-self was a part of him. But again even if it's his mini-self he doesn't want to share his wife. Never ever.

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

“Oh, hi Casandra..” I turned toward the source of the voice, and I felt my blood run cold. I saw a woman with long hair, a pale and delicate pretty face, sitting in a wheelchair. She was smiling sweetly, but I could clearly see the sharp glint in her eyes, filled with unspoken conflict. “Nice to meet you,” Isabella purred softly. “Didn’t expect you to already be Sebastian’s wife.”