The Invisible Wife Turned Savage Novels & Stories

Only then did she realize that the one helping her was her husband. “You're so embarrassing,” Sandi whispered later. “Now you're not just a piece of junk, you're a mistress who doesn't even want to be taken anywhere. How pathetic.”

I suddenly realized Adrian had probably known everything about me long before Victor ever approached me. Every weakness. Every debt. Every vulnerability. I stepped away from the desk breathing harder now. “This isn’t marriage.” Mrs. Laurent remained quiet. “This is obsession.” Her expression shifted slightly then. Not agreement exactly but not disagreement either. That scared me. I placed my hand on a monitor and a sudden static sound crackled through the room unexpectedly making me jump slightly as the old monitor flickered brightly then turned on. The screen displayed grainy footage immediately. A woman appeared on it. She had dark hair, pale skin and terrified eyes. She looked directly at

The young woman quickly covered herself once Fatima really looked at her. She was young, yes, but clearly an adult. Fear washed over her face as reality sank in. She wasn’t stupid. She knew exactly who the woman standing there was, the wife. She had seen them online before. Everyone had. Nicholas Ashford and his perfect wife.

At thirty weeks pregnant, I had just left a prenatal appointment when a Porsche struck me and threw me across the pavement. Blood spread beneath my dress. My daughter kicked frantically, then began to weaken. I begged someone to call an ambulance, but the woman who had hit me remained behind the wheel, calmly touching up her lipstick before making a call. “Dante, I’m in trouble. A pregnant woman stepped in front of my car, and now everyone is blaming me.” “Stay inside. I’ll send someone.” Three minutes later, two black SUVs blocked the street. Six Valenti guards surrounded me and stopped the arriving ambulance. “She may be bleeding internally,” a paramedic warned. “We need to examine h

Angelina was frozen on the sofa, as if she'd forgotten how to breathe. The color drained from her face, and her eyes began to fill with tears. "What… what are you saying?" Her voice shook. "Avril is your wife? Then… on the yacht, when I asked her why she was getting a divorce… she said her husband was in love with another woman…" Her voice broke. She clapped a hand over her mouth. She realized. She was the other woman. Donatello closed his eyes. "Yes."

"You spent three years treating this marriage like a convenient tax shield while you draped my sister over your arm at every event that mattered. Did you truly believe that when I finally picked up the pen, I would leave your kingdom intact?" Silas’s hand shot out, his long fingers wrapping firmly around the polished wood of her vanity chair, effectively trapping her between his forearms. His breathing was heavy, rough, and laced with a toxic, volatile obsession that he could no longer hide behind a corporate mask. He didn't recognize the fierce, brilliant woman looking back at him, and yet, the desperate need to break her composure—to make her look at him with a single shred of that old, te

Sweat ran down the valley between her breasts, and she imagined his hands there for a moment, squeezing, sucking her rock-hard nipples. “At least you don’t have to deal with spreadsheets and emails. My husband’s worse: comes home, eats some quick crap, and crashes. Doesn’t even fuck me properly anymore. It’s like my pussy’s invisible.” The words slipped out before she could think, stress loosening her tongue. Marcos raised an eyebrow, cock throbbing in his pants at the word “pussy.” He was direct, used to dirty talk in bars with buddies. “Damn, that’s fucked up. If I had a woman like you, I’d fuck you every day. Invisible pussy? What a waste. Bet you’re the type who comes screaming, right?”

It felt like a place meant to impress, not live in. Lucas tossed his jacket onto a chair and finally turned to face her. “This marriage is an arrangement,” he said bluntly. “Nothing more.” Amara swallowed. “I understand.” “No, you don’t.” His gaze hardened. “So I’ll make it clear.” He walked toward her slowly, stopping just close enough to be intimidating. “You will live here. You will attend public events when necessary. You will behave as my wife in public and remain invisible in private.” Her fingers curled into the fabric of her gown. “And what about—”

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

Your wife was by my side and we saw you fucking her savagely, damn, it was more than a p**n film. It was wild, it was... - That's enough, you're not going to mock me in my own home, Auracio, you have to teach your savage little thing some manners... - You unfaithful wretch, you're the savage one.