Novelas y relatos de Polo G Wife

My husband is the Don of the New York East Coast. For a decade, I played the role of the perfect Trophy Wife, raising his heir and managing his household. I believed we were unbreakable. Until Gina, that low-level associate, showed up. She was trash from the gutter, disregarding every protocol we lived by. Yet Marco defended her. "Elena, you have everything. She relies solely on me. You need to be the bigger person." "I hate this rabbit food!"

She seemed to be busy arguing with someone. She was a beautiful woman with blonde hair, slightly lighter than Zoe's natural hair, but her body resembled Sara's. Perfectly accentuated curves by the choice of clothing. Zoe wasn't initially interested in the argument, but her steps halted when she heard a familiar name. "I'm his wife! Emily Edison! Did you see this? I showed you earlier, didn't I?!" Zoe stared at the woman more closely. The woman was E—for Emily. Was the woman kissed by Wolf's wife?

We talked for another hour and by the time she finished talking I had more on Silas Moretti than Dante had managed to find in two weeks of looking. When the conversation reached a natural end she reached for her bag and I signaled for the bill. "One more thing," I said. She looked at me. "The woman," I said. "She is my wife." Something moved across her face. Quick and complicated. "Your wife?" "She has been spending considerable time at his penthouse," I said as her pale eyes held mine. "She seems to matter to him," I said. "More than the others apparently." Ulla looked at me for a long time without speaking. The hostess brought the bill and I paid it without looking at it and when the hoste

I added as a sly smirk curved my lips. Fifi narrowed her eyes, surveying the couple. Then her gaze shifted to me, and a wide grin spread across her face. “You're not wrong, and you've probably just found out something very important concerning the banquet.” My brows inched up. “And why is that?” Fifi pointed at the woman. “That woman is married, and that poor boy next to her is most likely one of the bodyguards she occasionally fucks.” Her eyes gleamed with pure mischief as she said, “Her name is Carla Pucci.”

"She is..." "I'm his wife," Athena interrupted Valentino, showing the diamond ring on her ring finger to everyone present in the room. "I'm Athena Volkova, his wife. I'm so sorry for the interruption, I just wanted to see my husband, you know, being newly married and all that."

Inside the house, Viggo looked around and noticed how neat Poldo's house was, which was different from its outward appearance. In one corner of the house, there were pictures filled with various photos of himself with his wife. Viggo smiled, seeing how happy Poldo was with his wife in those photos. Realizing that, Viggo turned around and asked Poldo, "Oh, where is your wife and child? I should greet them." Poldo looked at Viggo and bit his lip, "Sir, my wife and child are no longer here. More precisely, my wife passed away while giving birth to my child," Poldo said.

The woman I had discovered was married. She looked breathtaking tonight...stunning in a way only my eyes seemed to notice. My heart pounded uncontrollably. And then I saw him. The man beside her. Her arm hooked into his. Her radiant smile aimed at him. Probably Her husband. “Do you know them?” I asked Richard in a flat voice, though deep inside I craved the answer. For them to be here, they weren’t ordinary people. “Yes,” Richard replied calmly. “She’s my wife’s best friend, Marceline Valemont. And that’s her husband, Philip Stanmore, CEO of Stanmore Global.”

This one gave the vibe of both old and modern from the mixed architecture. Mr De Marco stepped out of his car and then ran to the passenger's seat. That's when I realised he was with someone. A fair hand accepted his hand and she stepped out. Radiant chestnut hair and a smile that lit up her hazel eyes. Karis De Marco, his wife and one of the biggest business icons. They once made headlines because Karis was her husband's former rival. I wasn't into rich people gossip but I heard a bit about them from my mother. She was beautiful just like rumours.

She continued to scroll and she found some comments about the article. PotatoChief06: Wow?! Is that real? Is he really married? I'm so envious of his wife! You go, girl! Coloredo_143: Lucky bijj... Catrina_Gara: Heart Salvacion? I think I know this woman. She's just our maid! I am Percival Reddson's real wife! BoraKai05: What is the sense of blurring her face when you gave out her name and basic pieces of information? I mean, we can search for it. I just found it super stupid? Anyone with me?

"You look well dressed wife. Do you have a date?" I look at my husband and smile. "Yes." He furrowed. "I didn't know that we have a date." I chuckled I put down my lipstick and went to my husband. Maru is jealous of Alex. He's very vocal about it. I can't understand why is he still jealous. I already told him I love him. I don't see any reason for him to get jealous. Alex is just a friend, and will always be just a friend to me.