Seeking Sister Wife Roberta Novels & Stories

His gaze drifted inside, "The woman inside used to be my wife. She betrayed me, mingled with your father, and caused the death of my parents." Robert's face changed. It turned out that the three people here were all perverts, imprisoned in a disgusting love story like filthy bugs. Robert walked slowly towards the door, suppressing his nausea. He had many secrets in his heart, and he wanted to ask Lady Miller. Where was his missing sister? What were the identities of the other brothers? *** I don't know when, the weather quietly turned cold and bleak. A rain made the golden leaves of the phoenix trees stick to the damp streets, creating a desolate early winter scene with patches of golden and

Dave knocks before he walks into my office. “I've transferred the money to Miss Rossi's account sir”. He was efficient. “Good”. “Sir?” “Yes Dave?”. “Miss Sofia is here”. He carefully notified me. I looked at the door as my anger surfaced once more. Sofia was Roberta's sister. I fucked the girl once at the club. I didn't know her sister then. I then met Roberta two months after at a fashion show and married her later on. Sofia hated her sister because I married her. She thought we were in love. She would send her nude photos and videos to me starting from my wedding day to her sister. She sent a trailer load of them that day.

Or even follow up? “Do you have anything strong?” I asked. “A stronger chair?” I looked at him flatly. “And what am I supposed to do with a chair? I mean strong liquor. Jameson? Something?” “Oh, no, sorry. This is a place of law…” He chuckled awkwardly. “Imagine what would happen if we all carelessly got drunk, haha.” I stared at him. “Sorry,” he muttered. Then he leaned closer, whispering, “Oh—Mr. Roberts? That’s his first wife. Rumor says he never married the other sister.”

he suggested. Robert remembered the girl who saved his daughter. He doesn't know that she is Serra, whom they are searching for, his lost fourth wife. "You are right. I feel like trying college girls now. They seems to be more interesting than these three village woman who were good for nothing" he replied. Cyrus grinned, understanding that his brother already has someone in his mind. "Looks like you already picked someone. Who is she?" he Inquired. Robert smiled lecherously.

He parted his lips as if to say something, but in the end, he only asked, “You wanted Greg to let go of the past… but what about you?” Robert sighed, his voice carrying the weight of an emotion too deep to sever. “Hey kid… she was the woman I loved for more than half of my life.” Silence settled over the table, broken only by the faint clinking of dishes and the occasional whisper of wind from outside. Robert took a slow sip of his soup, as if unwilling to say more, but Dean’s thoughts had already sunk into a deeper current, pulling him under. He hesitated for only a moment before speaking again. “Uncle Robert… do you know about Vander’s wife?”

I heard someone calling my best friend's name, so I immediately looked to where that voice came from and saw Henry Cervantes's smiling face, one of the richest businessmen in Asia, and who happened to be Ram's brother-in-law. My guess was correct, as Henry Cervantes was the only guy I knew who could throw such an event of this caliber. "Good evening, Henry, and sorry for being late," Ram said, greeting the billionaire businessman as he finally got near. Looking as dashing as ever, Henry still remained as handsome as when he was still in his twenties, which is no wonder that there are still a lot of women who want to catch his interest. Even before I met Atilla and discovered that she hid her

Not just Samantha’s sister. Skylar was amazing. I couldn’t believe I was saying it, but she surpassed most women I knew. And speaking of which, she may even surpass Samantha herself because she did not only found House of Cutsiah from the ground, she managed to make it a known brand while being low profile at the same time. My wardrobe was full of CC shirts and ties, as well as shoes. And yay me, I never knew they belonged to my wife. “So, what brings you here?” She asked standing in front of me and shoving her hands in the back pockets of her jeans. Her face was void of that smile, but she wasn’t blank, she was happy.

Then something else appeared. Calculation..cold, and fast. Like a machine processing information. I noticed immediately. So did he. Which meant neither of us acknowledged it. Instead he picked up his glass again. “Isaac Brooke’s wife.” “Soon-to-be ex-wife.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s certainly inconvenient.” The response sounded carefully chosen. Too carefully. I filed that away for later. “You’re amused.” “I’m curious.” Not the same thing. Richard swirled the amber liquid in his glass.

Hard. Soft. Gentle. Familiar. I know that lips. I know that smell. I know that feel. The light flicked on, harsh and sudden and we sprang apart. It’s Niko. Nikolai…My sister’s husband. “Aevia?” Shit.

When he found out what happened, he announced our wedding that same day. It felt like a dream come true. Except it wasn't a dream at all. It was a nightmare. Dylan didn't love me. Not even a little bit. He hated me, actually. Despised me. And I knew exactly why, because marrying me meant he had to let go of the woman he truly loved, Sophie Bennett. And here's the twisted part: Sophie is my sister. My own flesh and blood. Still, I gathered every bit of courage I had and called him.