Suami Yang Kejam Novels & Stories

IN THE OFFICE Weston, David and Damian were sitting on the couch. David, "Weston are you sure what you told me is true?" Weston said without any emotion, "Is there any point in doubting my investigation?" David ," no way." Damian, "But why do you need to get married?" Weston said in a cold tone, "This is my life uncle, you better not interfere in my life." Damian becomes completely silent after hearing Weston's words. David ," Do whatever you want, no one can stop you anyway." Weston got up from the sofa and said smilingly, "Hmm, you people know your status very well, that's good." Then Weston walks away.

Andrea declared, her anger palpable. Jack Smith's face flushed with a mix of anger and jealousy. He couldn't fathom what made Lucas Anderson better than him—after all, Lucas lacked the authoritative presence that he believed a husband should have. Fuming, Jack stepped up to Andrea, his hand raised to strike back. He was accustomed to bullying women; the shock of being slapped was foreign to him. But before his hand could connect with Andrea, another hand caught it in a vice-like grip. A chilling sound of cracking bones echoed, eliciting gasps of shock and fear from everyone.

His jaw ticked seeing her staring at them shamelessly, the guts of this f*cking woman! He clenched his fist slamming it hard on the table to scare the poor girl to her guts, 'Hey lowlife wifey, you're the maid here, right? Are you being paid for standing here and stare at my girlfriend? Get your feet moving else you'll see the worst of me!!!', he spat venomously, his voice not showing a flick of warmth and love as he claimed in those letters. Again it was a lie, the husband she was waiting for, never actually returned! He's not the husband she'd been longing for because that husband was just a fictional character and this cruel beast is the one going to make her sufferance only heightened.

Something human. Jeremy Cali, the ruthless, untouchable Mafia king, was venting to his baby son about the very life he had killed for. Hammer’s lips curled into a smirk. Then a chuckle. Then full-blown laughter. He doubled over, his fist slamming against the desk, his amusement echoing through the room. The other agents exchanged glances. Then, Hammer grabbed the headset and smashed it against the monitor, shattering the screen on impact. The laughter vanished. His chest heaved, his fingers trembling with rage.

“I know what pain feels like because I lived almost all my life in pain!! I yelled, grinning. Releasing her hair and shoves her down, my breathing high, my voice mean, hovering over her. “You wrench, how …. landing a dashing slap across her face to cut her off. “Did you just fucking hit me? She asked, her lips trembling. My fists clenched by my sides, and I rolled my shoulders to the back, glaring at Jasmine. “Care to say that again ?? Stepping close to her, My face spread into a wild grin. I grabbed her by the arms, my hold strong and firm fingers piercing into her flesh,my face lace off any emotions. “If I see you anywhere close to my husband….ooh my ooh my" clicking my tongues against my

He just wants to come to her and hug her tight in his arms. "My husband is being a jerk. He doesn't want to open himself to me...and now, my life is near to end. Aemon Cooper is a Mafia boss, Dad…I have to embrace all of that and be one," she sobbed as she cried a river. Her chest feels so heavy that she can't breathe properly. The wind helps her to shed the tears all over her face as it dries it. "Sorry if I'm still not unleashing your real death. Your wife is turning a blind eye, do you know that?" she nodded like a crazy miserable woman.

At the third smack, a tear rolled down my face, another joining it soon after as my skin throbbed. “Are you fucking enjoying this?” Damian sneered, shoving his hand between my thighs harshly. He pressed against my core, letting my wetness seep through the fabric of my panties. “Fucking disgusting.” His words were harsh and sharp as he spanked me again. “You just wanted to be put in your place, hm? God, you're dripping, princess.” I whined at his words, struggling in his grip as more tears stained my cheeks. I hiccuped. “N-No… Sir–”

Jacob quickly took off his clothes and then turned my body so that I was face down on the bed, I was helpless only to surrender when Jacob thrust his body roughly into my unprepared core. For the umpteenth time, I screamed at the brutal treatment of me now. It hurts and feels humiliated to have to be treated like this by a man who is legally my own husband. Without pause and mercilessly Jacob stomped hers roughly and brutally. As if he did it on purpose to punish me in this way.

His screams a lot louder than mine. "What the fuck!" Jack roared, standing, turning, his cock red and blood engorged, wet. I held the knife in front of me, threatening. "Get the fuck out of my house, you asshole! You don't deserve her." "You can't stop me from seeing my wife, bitch. She's mine, not yours" he growled. "My fucking wife, you lesbian whore."

the woman pointed out without hiding a smirk. “Because he stole from me, he took advantage of our friendship and the trust that was placed in him to take all of my assets from me. How can you ally yourself with the cause of the destruction of our lives?” exclaimed the incredulous man, feeling a deep sadness as he realized the selfish and self-serving nature of his wife.