Secret Play Wife Novels & Stories

he said. I blinked. “Rules?” “Yes. It’s a contract in all but name. We live together now. We need to avoid chaos.” Of course he would treat a marriage like a merger. Still, I nodded. “Fine. Let’s hear it, Mr. Perfect Prince.” He almost smiled — but didn’t. Rule One. “We keep our relationship a secret outside the family. No PDA. No couple behavior in public. At AV Tech, you're Valerie Vale the employee. I’m Director Albourne. That’s it.”

When he refreshed the page, a new post appeared, clear and direct: "Marcelo King: 'I am married. My wife's surname is Hudson.'" Wyatt couldn't hide his smile, believing this straightforward declaration might just make Marcelo a more engaged participant in the digital world.

At this rate, she and Damian would be toast before they even knew it! "You actually dared to come, you motherfucker?" a shrill voice sounded from the back just then, and a woman with a horrible, twisted look on her face emerged from behind the gangsters. "Ms. Welch?" Wendy exclaimed in shock as soon as she caught sight of her. Susan was also shocked when she saw Wendy. However, she then asked disdainfully, "How did the two of you end up together? "It doesn't matter anyway. Once you're all done beating them up, I'll just take a photo of them and send it to Christine," Susan said. "I'd love to see the look on Christine's face when she realizes that her bastard husband has an affair with her ow

I pull her ass and put the telephone on my ear. "Yeah?" "Hey, bro. I forgot to tell you that there are cameras around. But it is recorded in the secret room." It's Francis. "I am making love with my wife right now," I can't even hardly speak. "OH, fuck…" "What?" I put the telephone down and hold her ass. She shuddered when she came with a very sexy cry. "Wife, I'm coming." I pump faster and she cries again. She even held it and bit my shoulders. "Oh, fuck!" I couldn't believe it. I'm coming again and again. I hold on to the counter and look at her.

Just my secretary. I was just his secretary. A hollow ache spread through my chest like a slow burn. After all the possessiveness, the dominance, the orders, long list of rules—after everything—he couldn’t even say it out loud. Couldn’t tell the world I was his wife. Was I that bad? Was I just some secret he wanted to keep tucked away? Why? Why would he parade me around at home like a belonging, only to deny the title in public? What was wrong with me? Was I really not worth the woman he could call his wife?

Kieran texted back. "It's not what you think. My wife wants to pay you." Chris typed his reply. Chris knew that Laura didn't like owing other people favors. Kieran had guessed Laura's identity, but when he saw Chris's message, he was still shocked. "You're married?" He had thought Laura was Chris's girlfriend, but he didn't expect Laura to be Chris's wife. "Yeah." One simple word caused Kieran to be even more worked up. "When did you get married? Was it a secret marriage?"

Nathan handed Damian the phone silently. And the moment Damian saw the screen,real fury exploded inside him. Because the photographs were intimate and private. Amelia fell asleep against his chest during vacations. Her wearing his shirts inside their home. Him kissing her forehead during moments nobody should have captured. All these are personal moments. Stolen moments. And worst of all,the headlines attached beneath them were vicious. Cold CEO Secretly Obsessed With Wife Before Public Divorce. Did Damian Vale Betray His Pregnant Wife For Another Woman?

“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,”