Playboy's Secret Wife Novels & Stories

he said plainly. But how the heck was my personal life , related to our merger? Was he refusing to sell that ranch to me simply because of his wife ,come on he should have a say in matters as such not the wife! Perhaps the media liked spewing garbage in the internet just to tarnish someone's name. "You know me , my playboy acts are in the past let's dwell on the future ," I said. " Really?? Son, hours ago, the paparazzi caught a glimpse of you with some famous model from Brazil. So don't you dare lie to me, "he retorted.

She was very calculative and fast in doing something fishy, now she was married to him, there was no way they could eliminate her now, apparently, they thought the duo did not relate well enough after the marriage, why was she volunteering to help out. "You are just a mere secretary, apparently ex-secretary, Mrs. Patricia had taken over, so let her do her job right". He fired back, she glanced at Ms. Patty, then took a seat close to her. "I've worked under Mr. Alvarez and his son for five years, I wouldn't be a problem or deflate when it comes to my duties." She replied keenly, with a sly grin plastered on her face, Adriel took a good look at her she was still as feisty as he could remember,

“Now you believe that I’m her boyfriend? “In reality, I only divorced my wife because I was into her. “If you feel like you need more proof, you can just ask! “This was supposed to be our little secret, though…” Harvey shyly pulled out his phone, and a pack of extra-large condoms fell out of his pocket. The crowd went insane at the sight. Kylan could tell that Harvey was just trying to disgust everyone here… But this was just too much! “You’re pretty bold, kid!” A man who was playing with his handheld device tossed it to the side and then glared at Harvey, his head tilted. “Are you from the five hidden families? Or the top ten families? “How dare you steal Young Master Kylan’s woman like tha

I can't force Keeion to remember me. I just forgot about it. I will really get angry with him once he remembers me again. I’m going to run away because he doesn’t remember me! Even if I say I’m his wife, he still doesn’t believe it. It was as if I was forcing myself on him even though I felt he was not comfortable with me. I was secretly hurt but I kept it to myself. I don't want to step on him. He didn't even hit me when I lost my memory.

I'm Joyce, a 42-year-old housewife, and I have a secret. No, I'm not having an affair or embezzling money from my husband's company. My secret is that I'm a hotwife. I love fucking strangers. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden, it sets my pussy on fire like nothing else. It all started a few years ago. My husband, Mark, and I had been married for over a decade, and our sex life had become routine. We'd fuck on weekends, missionary style, with the lights off. It was functional, but it wasn't exciting. I craved more.

How could I when I didn't know what was happening with my wife. " X... You won't believe this. " Jack said. " Believe what?" I asked him. He sat next to me and gave me his iMac. " Flamboyant CEO Playboy has fled the country after after being implicated in his wife's disappearance just months after they tied the knit, it has been alleged that he was tipped off by someone to evade the police. " The reporter said. I could see my house and all the police cars that there in my property. " Here's one of his wife's long term friend who has his own theories about what happened to Ella." The reporter said looking at Dustin.

Well, I could use that to my advantage. I dialed a familiar number. “Derrick,” I said cooly when the line connected, “How's my favourite tabloid vulture?” “Demi. You know I'm busy,” Derrick replied. “Well, whatever it is, I'm sure you're not too busy for a career-making story.” “What do you have for me?” “The Montgomery’s boy. A secret wife. On Petty Island. Getting Cozy.” A pause followed. “You're joking.” I laughed. Good. Now, he was interested. “I never joke about scandal, Derrick. I'll send you the photos.”

He swiftly rolled over and she was suddenly down beneath him. “I will be telling you a secret after this wife,” he murmured and then crashed his lips into hers. “Because of that secret, you have been out of the room for around three days. Don’t ever hide secrets from me again husband,” she murmured back as her hand glided into his igniting manhood, almost fully grown ready to take her in a second. “It’s another secret wife,” he whispered again as he swiftly slithered down to her breast down to her core, tasting it like he never tasted it before.

I opened my phone and watched for the umpteenth time, the pornographic video that had been sent to me anonymously. My husband of almost two years was in bed, having sex with a woman that wasn't me. His face was revealed in the video, while hers was concealed. The only thing I could make of the woman was her slender wrist and the gold bracelet around it. It seemed oddly familiar but I could not remember where I had seen it. For two years, I believed my marriage was the best in the world because my husband, Tony adored me and worshipped the ground I walked on. I was the richest woman in the city and my company, RAY INDUSTRIES was the number one in the country, yet, my happiest moments were the

“Thought I didn’t know that you seek pleasure in little girls below eighteen? Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, and barely seventeen…?” “You—you lying—” “Oh, shut up, I have evidence.” The woman beside him gasped, covering her mouth. Ryan turned to another man with pepper and salt hair combed back, handsome, cool, arrogant until five seconds ago. “And you. The bisexual saint. Mr. Perfect husband,” Ryan said. “Tell them how you force your wife into threesomes with your little boytoy secretary. How you force her to have sex with other women. How she miscarried twice because you beat her when she said no. And when she filed for divorce, you ruined her reputation and made her become