Novel & Cerita The Legendary Masters Wife

My voice was barely above a whisper. “Master is getting married!”

a man in fine robes and his guards walked up to us and said. "Master Williams" Naomi smiled. "Hello pretty,I see you are all enjoying yourselves" he said. "We are, " Ruth replied. Naomi glared at her,master Williams chuckled. "I will be on my way send my regards to your master," he said. "We will,"they said in unison. He left. "So handsome," Ruth said. "He is indeed handsome but don't forget his taken" Mary said. "Shut up ,I won't mind being a second wife or a concubine you know" Ruth glared at Mary.

Realizing the tide of public opinion shifting, Jennifer bellowed like an angry wolf cub, "She only dared to flaunt her relationship with my dad because she saw my mom as weak and easy to bully! My dad's junior? My mom was accepted to the same college, too. She just didn't attend it because she was pregnant with me!" "That makes sense! My aunt was in the countryside before, and my uncle took up with another woman in the city. None of his colleagues knew about my aunt's existence, and they even thought that the mistress was his wife!" "People like that are even more despicable! Taking advantage of the fact that those wives are not around, they keep pushing their way in!" "If she dares to be a

"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."

The old Don looked at the boxes for a long moment before opening the first one. Inside was a hand-embroidered Donovan crest, stitched in black silk and silver thread, with the names of the family’s founders worked carefully along the border. It was the kind of gift expected at the Founders’ Dinner, formal, respectful, and impossible to dismiss as an insult. For a moment, the old Don’s expression softened. Then he opened the second box. The room went silent. Inside lay the emerald brooch his late wife had given me on the day I married Mark. Every woman at the table knew what it meant. A Donovan wife did not return the matriarch’s jewel unless she was giving back her place in the family.

He asked in a cold voice. So, her name was Gillian. Definitely suits her attitude. Turning to me, face contorting in resentment and anger, she said in a voice laced with anger "What are you still doing here you slutty maid, go make breakfast". "Stay kitten". Damon ordered me. "She doesn't work for you, Gillian. She's mine". He said the *mine* like he meant a different thing entirely. "you have no right to order her around". Gillian gasped at that but he wasn't yet done. "Get yourself out of my house right this minute". He added in a cold voice.

He demanded, trying hard not to be suspicious since Miranda could still see them on the sofa. "I'm trying to find out if this woman knows anything about..." She turned to Miranda's direction before saying, "Adriana". Mr Contreras was quite sick of his overbearing wife attitude so he let her have it. "Nobody suspects anything honey, Don't make them!" "Whatever you say but we are leaving here early tomorrow." Mr Contreras nodded knowing his wife was right. If Ema and Adriana were the same people which obviously they must be, They better avoid any place that had a connection with her especially if it could trigger her memories.

Lola said feigning eagerness They both went to the kitchen she made the coffee and hot chocolate and waited for them to be ready " I don't mean to be inquisitive but please can you tell me why the young master so particular about that picture who is the lady in it" Lola asked "Well you need to know anyway she was a young Masters first love. She died 3 years ago they grew up together from childhood they were to get married but she died in her house when it caught fire and she was trapped inside. The young master still blames himself for being unable to save her when she needed him the most. Her name is Cassandra to say the truth she was very nice and I don't know how she ended up dead we were

"I'm his wife, Mila. My orders are as important as his are. Don't be afraid and tell me everything openly." Mila nodded. "That woman seems pretty close to Master and ever since they got affiliated, the different women that visited master every night stopped coming. I don't know what their relationship is, but I can say that she's very important to Master. Usually, his guests left early but she always stays late at night. But, I may be mistaken!" she quickly said, making Maryam look up at her.