The Legendary Master's Wife Novel Novels & Stories

His breathing became erratic and irregular as he spoke with apprehension, “Old Master Severe, are you playing a joke on me? She’s my wife!” “Nobody knows that she’s your wife. Everyone in Imperial Capital only knows that Master Ares has married the illegitimate daughter of the Loyle family.” Jay’s eyes widened. “What if I’m not willing to?” Old Master Severe solemnly asked, “Think about your deceased parents and think about your legs. Jay, are you sure you can protect her? Are you sure you dare to go through losing her again?” After some time, Old Master Severe’s voice became so soft that it was almost inaudible…

Or bothered to look. After riding it to top, I almost dropped her when getting out. The alcohol is really taking it's toll on me now. With some kind of force I make it to the master bedroom and manage to put her in bed. From today, I've made the decision that we will be staying in this room together. She's my wife and she must respect my wishes. After taking off my clothes and leaving my boxes on, I jump into bed with her, pulling her closer until I felt her bare ass rub my cock. She stirred up a little rubbing into me more and I started feeling my blood pressure raise. The feel of her round breasts in my hands only making it worse.

"Isabella, do you have any idea how long Lena cried and begged me today to stay by her side?" "You're the only one with the title of Mrs. Corleone. No matter how much I accompany Lena, it's all just for show. Stop being unreasonable, okay? You know you're the one I care about most." According to him, I should be grateful that he chose to spend the night with me. The most basic duty of a husband—Vincent made it sound like some grand favor. My nails dug into my palms as I looked calmly at his irritated expression. "Vincent, I don't want the title of Mrs. Corleone anymore."

“Your first husband beat you until he got help. Your second husband married you so he could run the hotel. Our family’s legacy is a con. Everything looks pretty on the outside, but it’s so dark on the inside.” “You’re looking at it the wrong way, honey,” she whispered. “My first husband got help because he hated who he was. My second husband wants to protect me and my wealth. My hotel is flourishing, giving us the life your father would have wanted us to have. Everything changes based on your perspective…so get the right perspective.”

she said. Gladyce was so excited that she did not know what to say. "This feels like...a dream. I can't believe this is true." She paused. "But how am I going to marry you?" The Young Master's wife was actually an orphan without any background! It was not that the Handerson family were snobbish, but most people in the world are snobbish!

At this point all they were talking about was them, indirectly coating their meaning and intentions behind their questions, they both were only playing with the words to learn about what their thoughts were about each other. "Honour should never be questioned, a woman's heart should belong to her husband... only her husband Genelia." Master Alejandro answered, transferring his eyes momentarily on madam Genelia's luscious lips. This gave rise to certain amount of weirdness in madam Genelia’s head immediately, perking her limits. The sudden transfer of master’s stare was noted by his woman who by then knew where this all was about to lead, sliding away from her husband madam Genelia walked few

I ran out of strength and lay still, staring up at the ceiling. "Never thought I'd end up being called the other man online. I'm begging you. Just let me go. Go back to your family." She shook her head, the words spilling out. "I'm divorcing Randall. Once you're better, we'll get married. You'll be my only husband." A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "I don't want that anymore. I'm not marrying you." "What about our kid?" she shot back, her voice rising. "We have a baby together. Don't you want him to have a real family?"

I’d been gone from the world for five years, but I still understood the suffocating weight of desperation. "Your master must be cruel," I said gently. "He should have listened to your side of the story. It’s not fair to blame you for everything—especially when it’s his child running off. Parenting isn’t just the responsibility of a maid." She turned to me, her tear-streaked face a mixture of confusion and disbelief. "Are you... serious? Have you been living under a rock?" I blinked, caught off guard. "Why would you say that?" "Wait," she said, her voice sharp with realization. "You don’t know who Justin Hunt is?"

He uttered. “W-why are you doing this to me S-sir?” “I like you Celeztine.” That made my eyes widen. “That’s impossible,” I replied, I barely saw him, just on posters and banners most of the time. “It’s not.” “If you’ll ask me when it started, I have no time to explain it.” He whimpered. “Well then, you ask for the wrong person. I would never be your or anyone’s mistress.” I uttered firmly.

Then, she ran back with a large pile of books in her hands. "Miss, these are for you!" Lucy piled up the thick pile of books in front of Jessica and patted them hard, looking very loyal. "With these, no vixen can seduce your husband!" Jessica glanced at these books and suddenly felt her scalp tingle. My dear wife, the Sect Master loves you so much, The Demon King in my previous life pesters me, The Sect Leader, your madam wants to go to heaven, The marriage of 100 billion, please be gentle..."