Novel & Cerita The Fierce Wife

“If that’s the case she has to be found and brought back here she’s my wife I’m not giving her up.” “Should I tell father? I can’t let you go into that dangerous valley. It's filled with thieves, rebels and rogues. What if you’re ambushed and an assassination attempt is made on your life?” Her eyes growing moist with tears, her body slightly trembling in fear. I held her hands with a proud smile plastered on my face, I wiped the lone tear rolling down her cheek. “This is my fight no one would be saddled with the responsibility of bringing my wife back if not me. She’s my wife and my responsibility. I’m not doing this because I trust Fiona completely. I'm gravely mad at her lies and manipulat

Then, the Mafia Don grabbed his Woman, gripping her hands behind her back as he held her, to his chest facing him, and roared, “EVERYONE OUT!!!” And as his sons hesitated, he thundered, hauling his wife into his body purposefully, even as she continued to struggle, ”GET OUT OF MY F*CKING ROOM, DAMN IT, YOU MOTHER F*CKIGN BAST*RDS.” Proserpina shut her eyes and shuddered. He was in a fury but she was also incensed at how his old lovers regularly turned up like bad pennies. She had been through a lot for this man but this, today, had been something like a tipping point

Women threw themselves at me, when they knew my wife was gone, the first year was torture and the second was my undoing, the urge to release my fury my stress, drove me into the arms of one of my dancers again, one night of lust was enough to bring the Devil in me to the surface again. After that they were only one night women, all of them had to have a resemblance with her, with the woman I wanted in my arms, with the one I needed in my bed, sometimes I called them Fiorella and they obeyed, they did everything I wanted, but they were never her. She was elegance, innocence, seduction and passion, all in one woman, in my wife, my life went on, my business grew bigger than ever, my alliances e

It wasn't a corporate game, and it wasn't a warning; it was a promise written in the raw, territorial language of a man who would burn the city to the ground before he let another beast touch his mate. Katia sat up, the duvet falling to her waist, her bare breasts flushed in the dim light. The defiance in her was a stubborn, burning heat, her jaw clenching as she glared up at me. "You don't need permission to fuck your wife, but I can't fuck my husband?" she demanded, her voice rising, thick with a desperate, angry pride. "Who the hell do you think you are?" I took one long, heavy step closer to the edge of the bed, my shadow completely engulfing her.

"She's nothing! She's just some Italian whore your grandfather forced you to marry. She doesn't deserve you. She doesn't understand you like I do." Cat's expression didn't change, but I saw the slight shift in her stance. The predator calculating. "You tried to kill my wife," I said, my voice deadly quiet. "Multiple times." "She was in the way!" Fiona was crying now, mascara running down her face in black streaks. "Don't you see? Once she was gone, you would have seen me. Really seen me. We could have been together. We could have had everything." "You're delusional."

“Get every fucking thing from every stall. Every store. Everywhere.” They stared at me, shocked into silence. The driver nearly swerved. One of them finally spoke, hesitant. “For… for who, sir?” I slammed my fist against the seat, pain shooting through my side like lightning. My voice came out raw, broken, and furious. “For my fucking wife!!” The words tore out of me like a roar. The car fell deathly silent. No one dared speak. I leaned back, breathing hard, sweat dripping down my face. The wound in my side screamed at me, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except her.

"What is going on?!" Sinead's mother was the first to run forward. "Sinead, are you alright? Jesse, what are you doing?" I had no choice but to let Margaret leave first. "This is a family matter, and it's a little complicated." She left. Then, I brought Sinead and her parents upstairs. There was no helping it. Some things had to be explained sooner or later. On the way up, Sinead's mother kept complaining. "How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?"

He paused to savor the small victory. What happened next shocked me. Instead of withdrawing, Vivienne pushed back, taking his entire cóck inside her. They were locked together in a steady fúck. Fiona said we couldn’t let them have all the fun, so she straddled my lap. As she eased down, she guided my cóck into her pússy. She began riding me like a woman starved for s éx. This was completely unexpected. I had not intended to fúck Fiona. I knew Cameron would try to seduce Vivienne, but I had not anticipated my wife giving in so eagerly. I was watching Cameron vigorously fúck my wife from behind, and she was making the sounds of pleasure I knew so well.

She is Felicia, a crazy woman willing to ruin her reputation to get her husband. The woman could only pretend to be deaf and blind in this situation, then sighed her breath hard to regulate her emotions so as not to explode. If she had followed her heart, she would have ripped the gossipers' mouths off at this moment, but she was trying to restrain herself as best she could so she wouldn't get out of hand and make the situation worse. Again she saw the intimidating stares from some of Regan's office staff. But, as the wife of a businessman, Fisya doesn't want to show her weakness in front of them. Instead, she swaggered toward her husband's room.

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____