Pretty Little Wife 소설 & 이야기

He knew exactly what this woman was up to. "Huh?" Emma Willis looked bewildered, "You're married?" "You just arrived in H city, right? If anyone who knows me would know that I've been married for a long time. My wife was a young and outstanding businesswoman honored by this city. Now, she has shifted to directing and is equally talented." He raised his eyebrows and looked at Emma Willis with a warning expression. The tone boasting about his wife was filled with pride, and the corners of his mouth curled up a satisfied laugh.

I guess I better get started if I want to get everything back as soon as possible. I looked at him straight in his eyes. He was serious and all business. Right, this marriage is a business to him. I shouldn’t get a hold of myself just because he became a little bit nice. I still don’t know anything about him aside from everything that he put outside for everyone to see. But getting everything back is my priority. “I want to stop working as a prostitute, but my employer wouldn’t allow me. I just escaped from the house and I’m sure–”

Unbeknownst to Morgan that his wife won this parade with Theo, not because she was the ruler's wife, but because his wife's clothes were worthy of the Queen in the Ming Dynasty. "Welcome Mr Morgan." Greeted the committee in a friendly manner. "Where are my wife and kids?" Morgan asked flatly. "Mrs Jessica and your son won this year's parade and are the stars." What does this mean? What star? Morgan thought again. "Let me take you sir." Morgan walked first after being directed by the committee and when he arrived at the hall, his eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out of their sockets. His wife is really testing his patience, and what is it? Why is his wife so beautiful?

Inder is now in his study, his hands can be seen busy putting signatures on white sheets of paper that can earn hundreds of millions of money. His face looked serious reading sheet after piece of precious paper, the activity took place two hours ago. Soon Inder's gaze was diverted to the door leaf that suddenly opened, showing the figure of a beautiful girl who came in her nightdress, who else if not his wife, Amayra. Inder frowned in confusion at his wife's expression at this time, looking tired, annoyed and frustrated. It was obvious by looking at the condition of his disheveled hair and gloomy countenance.

The guy at the front desk stopped her from going ahead "Miss Mian, the president is not in his office, he is in a very important meeting.” “Mian is here, Mian is here,” Most of the employees at Bright Company knew that Mian and Nathan were married, and no matter how many times they saw her, no one dared to call her Mrs. Nathan or Mrs. Barak. This is because Nathan had never declared her identity in public so they didn’t respect her as the president’s wife. The corner of Mian's lips raised a smile, she was really a humble person who was very easy to be bullied.

"Mr Jacobs do you love your wife?" I look to where the voice came from, yip that is my wife... She has games I squint at her trying my best to keep my arrogant and composed look, and it is taking all the strength in me not to go and hug her. She looks amazing She's got a beige high waisted skinny pants on, with a pink top that woman would call blush pink I have no idea why though and a pair of pink heels one of those with the red soles because that is important, they say. "Yes, I do miss?" I ask

I know who she means, but is she willing to waste her questions on something this stupid? “Little vixen-” *It's my questions,” she argues. “And I want to know, who do you think is prettier?” I sigh, taking a moment to think over her question. Who is prettier? Her or my wife? What my answer is and has to be are undoubtedly be two different things. Scarlett is listed as one of the prettiest women in the more than one magazine, she's delicate, fitting all standards of beauty but Aurora? She's stunning, there's no question of comparison in my books.

“Mr. Dean, sir, this woman is lying. She’s my wife, you see and she’s just throwing a tantrum. As a matter of fact, I told her to tender in her resignation last night and come home to her family but she refused. And now she’s putting our daughter’s life in danger.” My brow twitched as well as my lip. How could he stand there and lie so casually? But then again he’d do so, so flawlessly it took me ten years to find out. He was testing my patience and it would soon run out. What he had done to me was a crime that was punishable by law, had he forgotten? Maybe he just doesn’t care. Or maybe he thought he would get away with it, because after all, I was just June. A nobody. Just someone talented

"Why don't you go up to your daddy's room and tell him that mummy is here." My stomach drops to the floor. Her daddy? Does that mean she's his wife, and the little girl is their daughter? "Yes, mummy." The little girl says, and runs off past me to the stairs. I move to leave, not wanting to stay there a minute longer. The woman steps in my way. “Listen carefully, little whore. This is my house. Mine and Julian’s. He is my husband, and whatever happened upstairs doesn’t change that.” “I didn’t know he was married,” I say quietly.

I am a person who has met the small woman and the tall man in a kitchen of an apartment of a man the woman is going to marry on a Sunday afternoon, in the way that women meet the small women and the tall men in kitchens of apartments of men the women are going to marry on Sunday afternoons when the women are the kind of women who are going to marry the men the women meet the small women and the tall men of in the kitchens of the apartments of the men the women are going to marry. I am a person who is going to be a wife. I am a person who has a small bag from Boston. I am a person who is going to be a wife in the way that wives are wives when the wives are the kind of wives who are going to b