Playboy's Secret Wife Novels & Stories

I just heard Hector laugh, so I tightened my grip on him. "Ask Dad why I came here, fucker. And Solei is not a lie. It's true that she's my wife. We got married the night of her bachelor's party. Truth fucking hurts, right?" Hector finally said, surprising everyone, even me. The night at the party deepened. I remained seated on one side, watching as various businesspersons approached and talked to Hector. Despite engaging in conversations, he didn't let go of my hand, as if ensuring I wouldn't feel out of place after the earlier confrontation.

Instead, he told me that he would remain silent on the matter. How can I trust him? Anyway, there are more reasons I am mad now. Adam made it clear to me that he is ready to co-parent with me, but not to marry me. Now I understand why he has refrained from marrying me. Aria is the main reason! This bitch has managed to come back into his life stronger than before. Now she has all the reasons to be Adam Miller’s wife. She is Nick Jackson’s stepsister, a billionaire now, and on top of that, carrying Adam’s child. All these years we all thought she was barren, but now?

On the contrary, I did not find it embarrassing to be washing my wife's undergarments. However, for the first time ever, I felt an agonizing pain shoot through me. There were visible milky stains on Winona's underwear. It was clear that this man could better satisfy Winona. I resisted the urge to cry and interrogate Winona over the phone. Perhaps I was mistaken. I wanted to hide myself away in denial, but the stains right before my eyes kept reminding me that my wife cheated on me. For the first time, I felt extremely useless and powerless. Still, I chose to live in denial.

For the first time, Donatello truly understood what it felt like to have his heart torn to shreds. The next day, Donatello went public with the news of his three-year marriage, ignoring the shockwaves it sent through New York. Now everyone knew. The Don of the Vexille family had a secret wife, she’d run away, and he was turning the world upside down to find her. Even if it's too late, Donatello thought, I have to give her the recognition I denied her.

But the story already had. 'Billionaire CEO Lied About Knowing His Ex-Wife Was Pregnant! 'Patrick Montgomery Betrayed by Giselle Von Howard? Or the Other Way Around?' 'Von Howard Heiress Plays Chess While Ex-Husband Tries to Stay in the Game' It was a nightmare. And the worst of it? I couldn't even deny the voicemail. Because she had proof. I let out a breath and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Get rid of them. No comments today."

“Yes, fuckkkk… I couldn’t stay away.” Hawthorne’s dirty talk went deeper, laced with emotion that made her chest tight even as her body burned. “You love him, don’t you? Your husband. Yet here you are, bent over for me, dripping down your thighs. Does he know his wife cums harder on her professor’s cock than she ever has in his bed?” “No,” she gasped, pushing back on his fingers. “He doesn’t know I need this. Need you.” He curled his fingers against her G-spot and bit down gently on her shoulder. “Good. Keep it that way. This is our secret. But tonight I’m going to remind you exactly who owns this pussy before you go back to playing the faithful wife.”

If Vold was her husband, the marriage no longer seemed like a trap – it had stopped feeling like that for a while now. She smiled back. “No more secrets.”

“Don’t be fluttered, I am locking you down before the vultures land, I see him checking this way every other second, your husband is taken with you. Soon everyone will realize the most powerful man has a soft spot and try to cozy up to you.” I laughed as she pushed up her chest. I turned Ryan’s way, he was staring at me. I bit my lower lip then pulled it out slowly. He narrowed his eyes at me. I chuckled and turned to find Brandy just staring at us, eyes wide and a smile on her face. “Someone is in love,” She said in sing-song as she picked up a slider. “Bestie secret,” I said, holding out my pinkie, she hooked hers, “ I am obsessed with that man,”

I had been his wife, his equal partner, and yet I had been framed by the very people who should have trusted me. "Let’s try the Westbrook server again," Elias said, his voice suddenly decisive. "We might be able to find something hidden there." The idea of breaking into the Westbrook system again felt wrong, but I pushed the unease aside. I had no choice. Selene had been manipulating every part of our lives—our marriage, our business, our reputation—and I wouldn’t let her win.

My being married to Ignacio had to remain a secret to both Cullen and Drew. I was a Secret Wife.