Tagalog Kurt Wife Novels & Stories

After a moment of silence, he said: "No matter if she is married or not, since she is my wife, I will not despise her." "Your stubborn personality is really like your grandma How can a married woman be better than a skilled woman? If your father knew about this, he would definitely not agree. What kind of family does our Wolfleim Family have? As long as you marry, the women you want to marry can line up in a long line. You can choose slowly, why do you need to marry a married woman?" Old Master Wolfleim was originally in a happy mood. Now that he had been washed clean. . . He felt that it was unfair to let his grandson marry a married woman.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

His shoulders stayed relaxed, but his hand flexed on the table. Adrian’s voice dropped lower. “You’re still my wife on paper. Until the divorce is finalized, that means something.” “It means nothing,” Sophia shot back. She stepped closer to him, eyes blazing. “You signed the papers. You called it mutual on live TV. You tried to undo it like it was just another deal. I’m done, Adrian. Done waiting. Done hoping. Done being yours.” People at nearby tables started glancing over. Adrian didn’t care. He reached for her hand but stopped when she pulled back sharply.

A wife who destroyed political princesses… and made hundred million dollar purchases at lunch… That was not a woman. That was a hurricane. He reached for his phone slowly, the smirk returning despite himself. “Sir?” Hale asked. Roman was already dialing. “Where are you going?” Hale pressed cautiously. “To call my wife,” Roman said, voice smooth as silk and sharp as a blade. “Because I’d very much like to know what the hell she bought.” The line rang once. Twice. A slow, dark smile curved his lips. Jace was still staring at the digital receipt on her phone like it was a nuclear countdown.

"I know, you feel disgusted when he touches you. Sorry for ruining the mood. I'll stop talking about him. Let's go to the window. Raise your leg higher..." This was the wife I had shared a bed with for three years. She locked me in a 120-degree warm room to torture me, then committed adultery with her own brother-in-law in broad daylight. She told me she wanted to put romance aside, but she then bloomed freely in the arms of another man. I smiled bitterly, tears streaming down my face. The phone couldn't withstand the high temperature and shut down by itself, and the video call ended. However, their voices still lingered in my mind.

"Step out with me? Um, is that important? I mean, I'm not a child. I can step out on my own." She gave me a warm smile. A serene one. "I understand that, ma'am. But, for your own security, it's advisable that you shouldn't step out alone. Mr. Kurt is a billionaire, and you're his wife." I pouted. "I'm not just used to this lifestyle. All my life, I've been stepping out without a bunch of security men ambling behind me."

Pinned down, I could only raise my head to lock eyes with Krystal as blood trailed along my lips. “Krystal, you promised to love and protect me for so long as we shall live. Is this what your word is worth?” Keeping her face deadpan, Krystal said callously, “You got it coming for attacking your father-in-law and talking smack about your wife.” With Krystal speaking up, the Markham extended family echoed her sentiment. “It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?”

Then I leaned toward the microphone and spoke softly. "Good evening, everyone. My name is Quentin Thompson. I'm Ms. Hemsley's legal husband. We've been married for ten years, and we have a three-year-old son together. And I'm also..." I paused, letting my gaze sweep across Adeline's pale face. "...the majority owner of this company, with a 51% stake."

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.