The Invisible Wife Turned Savage Mga Nobela at Kwento

"The woman I love, is a widow." "Oh." She looked at him. "I know it's creepy and might land me in hell to be happy about the death of anyone's love, but I have to thank him. I'll probably thank him when I get to hell because I'm sure that is where I will find him. Cheating bastards do not go to heaven. Anyway, while he burns in hell and screams to be saved, his wife will be screaming my name over and over while she comes around my cock." Her hand flew to her mouth. "You are out of your mind." She shook her head in disbelief. "How did I not ever know that you had such a side to you?"

“Will I be arrested if I tell the truth? I had someone burn down his entire warehouse. All the customers’ packages were destroyed in the fire, and they had to compensate both the sellers and buyers. Their ratings plummeted, and no one wanted to use their services anymore.” Elena's laughter sounded like that of an evil witch ready to attack anyone who defied her with her vicious black magic. He swallowed hard. It turned out his wife was more terrifying than his mother. No, Elena was even more terrifying than Claire's alter ego named James. His wife used her mind to the fullest. Women were truly terrifying when they were angry. "Did he know?" Jack asked cautiously. "He knew," his wife replied

"Because she was past complaining." "Because she was already past it. Already building." Sophia looked at the documents. "She's more dangerous than Richard was. He acted from rage. She's been acting from something colder." I thought about the four police interviews. The consistent story. The voluntary documents. The expression of horror. A woman who had spent thirty years being invisible in her own marriage because it served a longer purpose. "Vasquez said she felt erased," Sophia said. "Yes."

The cake I poured my tired soul into and no one seems to see anything wrong with that. No. I wouldn’t let them erase me like I didn’t exist. I’m still his wife. I still have a name. I straightened my shoulders, pushed past the murmuring guests, and stood beside Lucas, right where a wife was meant to be. He didn’t even look at me. But Eva did, her face twisted in annoyance. She let go of Lucas’s hand and moved closer to Catherine, like I was a plague. I couldn’t breathe. Lucas leaned toward me, his voice a sharp whisper behind his smiling lips. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Celeste" My husband takes a peek from where I'm hiding cause he knows how stubborn I am but I'm the kind of person that couldn't just stand there only while looking at how my loved one's fighting. I can even sacrifice myself for them! So why do I look if I can fight with him right? But my husband obviously can do the same. So to lessen his worries I use my invisibility power and I never show myself while I'm helping him punch the ugly pet of the said king (aka) my father in law if only he accepts my husband as his son. But since not, he is one of the enemies in my list. One of the pets jumped behind my husband, and the other one was in front of him. His almost being beaten by that one behind

“I planned to secure the future of this family.” “You tried to destroy mine.” For the first time since I met her, something flickered across her face. Not guilt. Never guilt. But irritation. “You still do not understand what kind of world this child is being born into.” “I understand enough.” Tears burned behind my eyes again, though this time anger burned stronger than fear. “You drugged me for years.” The corridor fell silent instantly. Even some of the armed men shifted uncomfortably after hearing it spoken aloud. “You manipulated my marriage.”

“My lawyer is outside. I told him I wanted to talk to you alone because I want to settle this amicably. I’m trying here, Jack, so don’t fight with me and I would appreciate it if you would just cooperate with me.” “What do you want me to do to fix this, Hyacinth? Because I’m honestly confused about everything. You say you’re not my wife and then you also say you are not filing divorce. How is this supposed to work? Because, I want to fix this. I promise you-” “The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?”

"All of it. I'll make it happen." "When?" "Soon. I need to finish documenting everything. Build an irrefutable case. Then we'll confront her together." He paused. "Unless you'd rather not be there." "Oh, I'll be there." Alessia's voice was hard. "I want to see her face when she realizes she can't manipulate us anymore. When she understands that her power over us is gone." Sebastian felt a fierce pride in his wife. Five years of abuse hadn't broken her. Hadn't made her weak or submissive. She was angry. Strong. Ready to fight.

“I am not ready.” I made her wait until I was done foaming the body wash on her delicate shoulders, then I gathered her hair in my fists and applied shampoo. When my silence greeted her, she looked at me over her shoulder. Her pissed face and red angry eyes glared at me. “If you want a child so much then why don’t you fuck some other woman and build a family with her. Why are you so adamant on tormenting me? First you stalked me, married me against my will and now you want to impose a child on me?” She blurted. Her lips wobbled. “I am your wife for fucks sake not a damn breeder.” Her eyes full of sweet anger. I agonised day and night to see her emotions other than fear—even if it was her ang

Wanted to grab his razor from the sink and open the door and— My eyes fixed on the razor. Silver. Sharp. It would be so easy. One quick motion across his throat. Watch the light leave his eyes the way he'd watched it leave mine. Justice. Revenge. Murder. I stared at the razor, my mind fracturing between what I knew and what I'd dreamed and what I could prove. Because that was the question, wasn't it? Should I kill my husband for something that hadn't happened yet? For something that might have only been a nightmare?