Novel & Cerita The Fierce Wife

"Davy, you scumbag!" Davy's face instantly turned pale at this roar. Stiffening, he turned to face his wife's furious expression, and his heart felt like it was about to stop. "Darling, you've misunderstood. I..." He wanted to explain. "Misunderstood? Haha..." His wife, no longer deceived, went straight into action. The two struggled, but throughout, it was Davy who took the beating. Although his wife's appearance was average, her fighting skills were not bad, and she had Davy fleeing with his head in his hands.

Liam Knight didn't think that his would-be wife would catch him in his Villa here, talking over the phone with headphones on and not to mention with a steaming coffee mug in his hand. The anger in her eyes, her flushed cheeks and seething mouth only told him one thing that his wife was furious about and he enjoyed it. "You bastard!" She seethed and pushed Liam hard in the chest. "You lying, infuriating bastard, how could you. How could you?.." She screamed with her hands tightly fisted into balls at the side of her legs. She was raging in fury.

So where had this woman—claiming she was my wife—fallen from, right into the center of our company? --- “Can you calm down now?” I asked the woman. Her crying had taken me off guard at first, but now she was fraying my nerves. “If you’re Darian Freeman, then who was my husband?” she demanded. Her hazel eyes, reddened from crying, looked almost green. The whites were bloodshot; her makeup had streaked down her face in dark tracks. “I don’t understand you,” I said, impatient. “I was married to Darian Freeman. To the bastard who owns this company!”

His wife was quite strong and Jasmine’s face became swollen almost immediately. She screamed as pounced towards Zack’s wife, “You bitch! How dare you hit me? You’re so dead!” “You shameless bitch! You’re just a mistress! How dare you act like this in front of me? How dare you call me a bitch? Looks like I need to show everyone what a whore you are by stripping you down completely! How dare you seduce my husband? Have you got no other man to go after?” Zack’s wife got into a catfight with Jasmine. The two of them grabbed each other’s hair. Compared to Zack’s wife, Jasmine’s figure was much smaller. She was also weaker in terms of strength and was no match for Zack’s wife.

Entering the office, she could feel the anger in her coming to a peak as soon as she saw her husband sulking in his chair, she had overheard the conversation between Audrey and her husband and was visibly disappointed at his reaction. Mrs White had always been a fierce and ruthless lady known for her calculative and greedy ways, she was exceptionally brutal towards everyone around her and her husband was not an exception. "What do you think you are doing!" Mrs white shouted in a ringing tone that sent shivers down the spine of her husband startling him out of his chair.

He growled when she cried out again, but this time around from pain…and pleasure. There hasn't been a woman who could take his angry side, no matter how willing they agreed they were. None could handle his temper. None could handle how rough his thrusts were when his anger clouded his thoughts, but his wife right here was taking all of it beautifully. And that was all he needed to know— His wife was a fucking freak. One that he liked so. very. much.

The hug was firm, maternal, and completely unexpected. I froze for half a second, then I hugged her back. “Good morning, ma’am,” I greeted, a smile curling onto my lips. “How’re you doing?” When she pulled away, her eyes were shining. “My dear girl,” she said, and her voice had that warm, public warmth that politicians’ wives learn in their sleep. “What you did yesterday…” “That bravery. That composure. I watched the whole press and I told my husband, ‘That is how you face a room full of wolves and come out with your head high.’”

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

Without another word, he walked past me and out into the corridor, leaving me entirely alone. I stood frozen in the quiet room, holding the wedding photograph in one hand and staring at Edward’s message on the screen. The woman in the picture had once looked at Liam as if he were her entire world. But somewhere along the line, she had made a deal with another man—a promise so terrible it terrified the man who loved her. And I had no idea what I had done.

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t