The Fierce Wife Novels & Stories

The contract husband monitoring his contract wife. She lay on Maya's sofa bed and turned that assumption over. And understood slowly, quietly, in the way she understood things that required her to let go of what she had already decided , that controlling and protecting were not always the same thing. She didn't know yet which one this was. Maybe both. Maybe something she didn't have a word for yet. She lay there with that. Not forgiving it. Not excusing it. Just holding it more carefully than she had been. She woke at five thirty out of habit.

Nueva could hear the wife's desperate screams as the woman realized her husband wouldn't make it without help. Eira gave no warning as she launched herself at the feral animals with eyes wide glowing blue, tail tucked in, and her ears flat. Eira's sharp claws sunk through fur and flesh like melted butter. Nueva shivered at the puncturing sensation and the stickiness of the blood but let Eira finish them off however she pleased. She would never get used to killing, even at the crucial moments. The old couple gratefully scrambled into the shop and closed the glass door behind them. The wife glanced through the window. Her tired, puffy face had a soft benevolent smile as she helped her injured

I said in an angry tone, my voice rising But she just squeezed tighter, her eyes murderous "You are hurting me" I added then struggled to get her hands of mine but I wasn’t successful Liam’s wife didn't care, she was too angry, too hurt, it felt like she could tear off my arm in anger and wouldn't even know it. She wanted to hurt me as much as she felt that I had hurt her

Forced Marriage: mommy Needs To Work Hard chapter 83 annoying Husband Eric's eyebrows narrowed and he asked, "Why do I need to find another woman? You are my wife and you have hold right." Saying this, he bent his body over Jasmine. Holding out his hands, she chided, “Mr. Varghese, if you think that after marrying a woman, she just becomes your favorite toy, then you are wrong and no matter how powerful you are, I am not afraid of you."

She inquired in a tone laced with animosity, "How dare you disrespect my wife?" I inquired as calmly as I could, "She got what she deserves and I'm not going to stop until I've finally put her in her place," she responded, her voice sharpened by her hatred for my wife, "She's my wife Sophia and her place is beside me, you should accord her with the same respect you accord me," I yelled in response, but her voice was louder, "Never George, not when she is getting on my nerves," she replied,

"Did you really want to hit my wife just now?" The word wife instantly shocked Grace. Even Kelsey looked at him briefly. But Ramon continued staring at Grace.His expression didn't soften. Grace hurriedly shook her head."No, sir." "No?"Ramon repeated. "Then explain why your hand was raised." Grace opened her mouth. But nothing came out.Because there was no explanation. Everyone could see what she had intended to do. Ramon nodded slowly."I see." Grace felt fear. Real fear this time."Sir... please listen..."

She was frustrated. He put her into the end of the cliff and left her there, hanging. She was almost there but then he left and never returned back. She was infuriated. He started it, so why would he not finish it?! Xavier glanced at her angry wife. Even her angry look was adorable. Her face is angelic even though her cute nostrils were literally flaring up. She stabbed her steak harshly and munched it angrily. She was acting so cute.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."

If what kind of a mistake have I ever done in order for him just to hide me as a wife, but until now the answer remains blank. I was back in my sense when his door suddenly opened. He stood and stared at me seriously while wearing nothing other than his boxer shorts. I immediately took my eyes off of him and then continued walking. Even before I could get away I heard him call his men and ordered to dispatch the woman he had slept with. I laughed softly as I walked down the stairs. Yes, it is also not new to me to hear such a command from him. He is a mafia boss after all, a ruthless one. And I, Jazzie Zamora, am his wife.