Novel & Cerita The Man's Perfect Wife

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

When I'm 14, my father beats me until my ears ring. It's my brother, Gideon West, and Kate Calloway who step in front of me, shielding me with a knife in hand. When I turn 18, the two of them fight their way into the legal world, all so they can put my father behind bars and take me away from him. At 21, on my wedding day, Gideon forces Kate to swear an oath in front of me. "You will never betray my brother. If you do, I'll make sure you leave the marriage with nothing. And if that isn't enough, I'll kill you myself." For the next eight years, Kate becomes the model wife everyone admires. She never fools around. She never comes home late. Even her phone password is always my birthday

he adds, and I deduce that my wife is still a virgin, or at least that is what he thinks. “I plan to do with my husband much more that I can do with a lying, cheating, manipulative bastard. I hear your girl got impregnated by your bestie. I would not be calling anyone impotent if I were you,” Amari hits back with a voice so calm, I can’t help but chuckle. That is going to hurt some egocentric maniac. My wife has a very interesting personality. I see his jaw clench before he storms away. Amari lets out a sigh and pushes me into the elevator. We get out on the first floor, where she unlocks the third door from the elevators.

A man with dark sexual fantasies. His wife, Selena Cole, was the perfect wife for him. She was beautiful, elegant, and always by his side. To the world, she was the billionaire’s jewel—soft-spoken, graceful, dressed in silk and diamonds. But behind closed doors, she was exactly what Adrian wanted her to be: obedient. A toy he could mold, train, and display however he pleased.

Mine had already drained away, replaced by something colder, heavier—worry. My thoughts spun as I stared out the window. I couldn’t keep clashing with him like this. That ridiculous book, The Perfect Wife, flashed through my mind—its chapters on handling dominant men. Softness. Vulnerability. Subtle rebellion. A woman with fire, but without the flames. Sweet enough to draw in. Dangerous enough to chase.

Of course, over the years, he has no doubt idealized her, for surely no woman could be that perfect. But she had obviously been perfect for him. Unlike me, who is the absolute worst choice for a wife that a rich man from an old family could have made. Although of late, I am finding it a bit dificult to keep up with him in the evenings. I have begun taking a short nap following my time with his father so I won’t be completely exhausted when my husband isn’t content with one session of lovemaking but is in the mood for two or three, usually keeping us going until long past midnight. Not that I mind. He is incredibly thorough and is never satisfied unless my pleasure equals or exceeds his. I am no

he agreed with me while nodding his head with a blank face. "She's perfect in everything unlike me. She's pretty, she's a good cook, she takes care of me like a mother, she does chores. She's a perfect wife a man would like to have in his life. I'm trying to be as perfect as her but I can't." a chuckle left my lips as I recalled all my failed attempts trying to be as perfect as her. "Umm can I ask you something?" I turned my head to face him. The great Derek Frost wants to ask me something? Wow!

His muscles were ripped and James muscles can not be compared to his and his biceps, it was incredibly arranged and beautiful leading to his very deep v-line…. “Are you checking me out, dear wife?” Aldric asked, clearly teasing me. Completely out of my mind and thoughts, I said out loud, “You're definitely more perfect than James.” “What?” “Huh,” I said, getting my senses back as I looked back up at Aldric, did I say that out loud? “Who the hell is James?” Shit.

"Since you saw everything, I won't bother hiding it anymore." His voice was calm, as if he were announcing a business decision. "Powerful men always want more. It's normal." He paused, his tone growing even colder. "You may be my wife, but that doesn't give you the right to bring people here to cause trouble at my spa." Wife. The word detonated in the room. Everyone was speechless. "What? Wife?" "Mr. Vance is married?" "This bloody woman is Mr. Vance's wife?" "Oh my god, I thought she was some lowlife from out of town!"

Caraline snapped, "only misfortune and misery deserve your company." "Then for the woman who is my wife, what do you consider her?" asked Deric with a calm expression. Caraline's face turned bright red. Her body tensed up until her back moved away from the back of the chair. She just realized that her status with the man beside her was husband and wife. How could she forget that annoying fact? "Shut up," Caraline said with both hands clenched tightly.