Novel & Cerita Playboy's Secret Wife

"No way, the head...?" "You should not blame him. He only traded your secret with his life." He chuckled evilly as her eye again widened in shock. "so what do you think, sexy brain? Let’s deal." He licked his lips as his hand got in his pocket. "I’m not interested in any deal, so please." She shot and was about to escape, but he pulled her by her wrist. A pain rushes in her arm over his harsh grip. "You still have no idea whom you are talking to, do you?" his tone went from amused to threatening on her glares.

Just days in, he came home saying he'd met someone—someone he wanted to be his mother. Xavier assumed it was a woman with ulterior motives, someone deliberately cozying up to his son. But after a little digging, he found out it was Carter's wife. She didn't appear much in public. A full-time housewife, rarely photographed. There weren't even pictures of her online. Everyone knew Carter had married in secret, but no one knew who his wife actually was. Lately, though, Carter's name had been all over the news—linked to another woman. The media buzzed with speculation that his secret wife might actually be Kelly.

“Looks like there’s been a big misunderstanding. Sebastian and I are just old friends. With a beautiful wife like this, how could I possibly be his wife? I would even want a wife like this.” I caught the flash of a smug smile curling at the corners of her perfectly glossed lips. She didn’t even try to hide it. If anything, she seemed to enjoy it, being called Sebastian's wife. Her eyes sparkled with a kind of triumphant glee that made my skin crawl. She really was evil. How did Sebastian or anyone not see this? Maybe because I was on the receiving end. She clapped her hands together, getting the attention of everyone. “Alright, enough gossip. Let’s get back to it, everyone.”

Yet six years into their marriage, a marriage that birthed their only daughter Carla Martin started staying out late and making horrible excuses for not being there for his wife and daughter; it all turned out at the end of the day that Martins was cheating on her with his secretary. She found out the day she went to pay him a surprise visit in the office. She had her most sexy outfit on and wanted to show it to her husband. When she got to his secretary’s office, she was not there but as she got her husband’s office, she heard soft moans and whispers she didn't even bother to see further, she knew it was her husband and he was fucking his secretary. “That's why I don't pay any attention to

The Face of a Little Girl Who Looks Like Me "Tell me about your wife. I will become your woman, but I refuse to be the third woman. I know the media gossip that you took the 'Screen Queen' as your secret lover, but she died seven years ago. I will never become your secret mistress. Even though I am not a woman from a billionaire background like you, I am not that cheap," Jennifer replied. Julian’s face registered shock, and he fell silent. Jennifer, growing annoyed, immediately spoke again.

It was his secretary; the same woman who constantly texted him at late hours; the one he constantly compared me to. They looked happy, about to clink their glasses. Stan never showed me off to the public. Our marriage had always been secret because he emphasized on how camera- unworthy I was. Not fit for the wife of a billionaire. But she was: with her perfect figure and glowing skin, they looked meant for each other. ‘She’s pretty,‘isn’t she?’ The hairdresser’s voice made me glance up. ‘Who?’ I asked. She gestured to the picture on my phone. ‘Stan Hart’s wife, the woman in the picture.’

Meanwhile, the playboy swallowed hard when he saw his wife's beautiful body, which was visible, even though they were not too close to each other. "Tonight, I have to be able to have sex again with my wife, but how can I do that? It is difficult for me to tease her, because Abby is not the type of woman that is easy to conquer, especially since she has everything, including money and position. Who can be asked for help in a situation like this, huh?”

can't he just let me live my life the way i want it? "It's up to two weeks now and you haven't brought home a wife "he said and l rubbed my temples. Gosh..with all these tantrums, i might go bananas any moment. "Well, l've got no option than to choose a wife for and l've found one "he paused and i looked up at once. "She has also accepted your wedding proposal .. " "But dad... "l tried to say but he restricted me by showing me his palm. "You would also like to know the girl, right? Well, here's she "

“Oh! Really! I went to the province yesterday and unexpectedly, I saw your husband with a pregnant woman.” Naneth was shocked. Amer saw her husband with Lira. What Amer knew was that Naneth still knew what her husband was going to do. “Ha! I don’t know that sir.” she pretended she didn’t know. “Oh! If that so, he said that the woman was just his friend and had been his secretary before. But I doubt what he is saying. Why is he so concerned about the woman who is just his secretary? Ah! The woman’s name is Lira.”

They were better than me at everything, and although Alexander assured me that nothing was going on between him and his clients, I still counted my days as his wife. I just couldn't help but feel that one day he would leave me for someone else. I had no idea what I had expected when I married one of the most notorious playboys in the city. But looking back, I soon realized that I had gotten no say in the matter. I had been sold to him, and he practically owned me, and was likely to throw me away once I lost my value. He could walk again, there was no need for him to have a wife when he could play around with any girl he wanted right?