Supreme Crazy Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

Well, why not give it a try? On a sudden impulse, I traced my fingertips lightly over Orlando’s hand, moving with such gentle caresses that I could see his reaction—his eyes widening in disbelief. “This is how you pay for your wife’s mistakes,” I whispered, flashing a sly, teasing smile. “That accident cost me dearly.” “What do you mean, Miss?” he asked. My smile deepened, more provocative than before. “I demand compensation.” I stepped closer without hesitation. My fingertips lingered on his hand, and he didn’t pull away. So, he didn’t mind, huh? Typical hypocrite! Can’t resist a beautiful woman, can you?

So, two reluctant people came together. That woman is les, a strong career woman. But in order to explain to the family, they had children. It's just that not long after the child was born, his wife dropped a sentence: "Linda and I have been to America, and the child will be mine and hers in the future. You can do whatever you like. After all, we have no feelings, and we know it." Winston Barrymore forgot how he answered at that time, but he was sure to say, "Call me if you need money."

The supervisors definitely didn't like such a meaningless commotion. "That crazy woman should be taught a lesson Hazel! I really hate seeing her pretentious behavior, and her friends also! It's as if they’re members of the Reagan family! Even though they're both servants!" Lizzy was already fuming. She had a sweet face, but her personality was more prone to anger. "Enough, your energy is not worth spending on someone like that." "Tsk. Alright, alright. I'll keep quiet this time." Bella really disliked Hazel because she was jealous of everything about Hazel. A beautiful appearance, many abilities, and many people paying attention to Hazel were the source of why she hated Hazel even though the

"That's Chanel haute couture! It hasn't even dropped yet—I saw the sketches online!" "No way... that's gotta be the Loredan heiress!" Heads turned. Whispers flew. Even Jared looked. He couldn't not. The second Jared saw her face, he froze. Around him, the shock rippled. Joanne gasped, "Lucia?" Yep. It was her—the missing wife, back like a drop-the-mic moment. She didn't even notice them. Too busy on the phone. "I know, Mom. I just left the orphanage... Yeah, I've changed. I'm at the entrance now."

“Surround the house. No one gets out alive. If he runs, shoot him.” Ten guards moved silently into position, their dark figures disappearing into the shadows. The remaining five stayed with me as I approached the house. As we neared, raised voices broke the stillness. “Don’t touch me! Don’t you dare touch me!” a woman’s voice screamed. My jaw tightened as I recognized the voice Mrs. Williams. “You’re my wife now,” Western snarled. “You can never leave. We’ll start our family here. If you won’t give yourself to me willingly, I’ll take what I want. I’ll rape you every night until you learn your place!”

The moans slid from my lips as I felt the last vestiges of my sanity snapping away. She wants pleasure, but she refuses to be dominated. Channeling her ego into desire, and f**king me breathless in a power play. Wifey’s hell bent on making me crazy, and I won't hesitate showing her what crazy looks like. Point: you’re my wife. Fisting her hair, I bucked my hips, thrusting into her mouth. She gripped my hips, her eyes hardening, as I picked up pace. “I don't know what gave you the temerity, but you’ve just made a f**king mistake because I'm not an ordinary man,” I growled.

I repeated and walked away. Whenever I sparked in that way, I could see the fear in his eyes. Those eyes, the ones I got lost in when I was intoxicated and now, it feels like I was intoxicated with the marriage. I ran upstairs and I slammed the room door. I didn't think twice about it. He was so unfair in a lot of ways to me. I made my way to the table where the contract was. I let out a heavy sigh. “Alexander Blackwood,” I read out loud, and that was the babe of my husband. He was the CEO of Woods Inc, and the only surviving heir to the CEO of B-Diamonds.

The woman, especially, looked disgusted. "I didn't do anything! Give me a refund right now. I'm not supporting some cheating jerk's business!" one woman cried. That set off a tidal wave. Everyone started chiming in, demanding refunds. Yvette fanned the flames. "Exactly. Get your money back. Let's see how he buys luxury goods for his mistress when he's broke!" I stared at her incredulously. I hadn't even cheated, so how was I buying another woman luxury goods? But the gym members only got more worked up when they heard that.

, Alex roared and banged the head of Clara against the wall. " Aaahhh !! You are hurting me, Alex !! I am your fucking wife, you monster !! ", Clara screamed while wiping her bleeding forehead. " You are not wife !! whores don't have a husband! ", Alex roared. " You had gone insane !! I think that witch Anjali had cast black magic on you ", Clara sneered. " Yes! I had become insane and she is the reason behind my insanity !! ", Alex yelled.