Novel & Cerita The Perfect Wife's Revenge

"Have you thought about her? Your wife. The woman who has everything to gain if this comes to light. She could be doing this to destroy you, to take the company." "Vivienne wouldn't do this." "Wouldn't she? The woman who built a facade of a perfect family while you two slept in separate rooms? She wouldn't do this?" "She's not stupid. If she wanted to destroy me, she would have done it already. And she likes money, power. Risking everything for revenge isn't her style." "You're defending her." "I'm being logical." "Logical?" I stood up, my bare feet sinking into the carpet. "You're defending your wife to your mistress. Is that what's happening here? The husband talking to the other woman and

Across the mahogany table—a slab of wood that cost more than a mid-sized sedan—sat the "Perfect Wife." Seraphina was a portrait of frozen elegance. Her knuckles were white where they gripped the edge of the table, her breath hitching in a rhythm only I was tuned to hear. I watched the blood drain from her face, leaving her skin like fine porcelain under the harsh fluorescent lights. She looked like she had seen a ghost, but I wasn't dead. I was very, very real, and I was sitting in the seat of her husband’s executioner. "Is there a problem, Mrs. Vale?" I asked, my voice dropping into that deep, bourbon-textured register that had whispered against her throat only hours ago.

The insult was wrapped in sugar, but the venom underneath was sharp and poisonous. I burned with a sudden, roaring fury, because how dare she?! This woman was standing in my home, touching my husband, and insulting me right to my face. How dare she! I looked at Liam, expecting him to step in or correct Priya. But Liam wasn't defending his wife. No… Instead, Liam’s light grey eyes were greedily scanning Priya’s tight dress, his gaze lingering on her exposed cleavage with blatant hunger. He didn't even care that I was literally standing right there!

I had to be a better liar, a better actor, and a colder strategist than all of them combined. The meal was delicious, the wine was expensive, and the lie was perfect. “Is it good, Hon?” I asked, my voice tilting with a fake, girlish curiosity. “Perfect, Vic,” he said, wiping his mouth. “Everything is finally back to the way it should be.” I smiled wider, the chill in my chest growing into a blizzard. No, Dan. It’s exactly the way I want it to be. The “Perfect Wife” was serving the last meal of his innocence. And the spy was just getting started.

A spasm of pure, unguarded hatred contorted her beautiful face. It was so vicious it was more telling than any confession. “You think I kneel for him?” she hissed, the venom in her whisper colder than any wolf’s snarl. “You think I share his bed for love? After everything he did? To me ? To us?” The truth unfolded like a black flower in my mind. She wasn’t his perfect wife. She was his perfect poison. Living in his house, smiling at his guests, all while plotting his ruin from the inside. The killings weren’t random—they were her war, waged from the shadows.

"No Phil you_" He cut her "Perhaps, I didn't apologise or perhaps you were trying to protect me from something. I really don't care. All I want, is for us to work this marriage. Be my wife again. Let love rule us. Do you want all these?" Does she want all these? Offcourse she does! She is tired of being a revenge tool. She wants a serious relationship for once in her life. She wants to love her husband wholeheartedly without having to plan any fuckin games. Damb this Revenge Game! Damn his father! Damn her Pride! and most especially, Damn her Mother!! She loves this man and she wants her marriage to work. She nodded a Yes.

"I'm still so angry about what he did to me but I can't help but mourn about the death of our relationship. I had tried so hard to be a good wife to him that when I found out he was cheating I thought something was wrong with me. That I had some flaw that made him run into someone else's arms" "That's crazy, Vivian," Lily barked, her eyes blazing red at me "I told you before Vivian you are perfect just the way you're. It's not your fault that Wilson is a cheating scumbag. Never ever say something like that again cause there is nothing wrong with you"

They had just gotten married and Nuella wasn't sure she was ready to be seen in public with him so soon after her first divorce. It was a good thing Simon never really showed her off so at least she didn't have to worry about backlash. “How many minutes do you need?” He asked as he turned to leave. Nuella shrugged as she rose to her feet. “I'll be ready whenever you are.” She assured him and walked off in the direction of the stairs. She inhaled his cologne as she brushed past him and took the stairs one by one. This man is her husband now, her ticket to revenge. Whatever he asked of she'd do as long as it was within her power.

My eyes drift shut. What even is the perfect wife for a man like the Reaper? Soft. Obedient. Devoted. Someone who exists to soothe his edges? No. Something tells me it’s the opposite. Wild. Unpredictable. Clever enough to keep up. Sharp enough to be dangerous. Someone who doesn’t flinch at the dark, who knows how to use it. Someone broken in all the right places. Someone like me. “My idea’s close,” I say. “We bleed two millionaires for ten million over a stone barely worth one.”

The Perfect Husband #57 In Rivercity,Helena shook her head looking at her husband. “Why would he go to that man?” “That man is his father.” “That man is the devil himself!” “Helly-“ “No! Adrian should know better than that. He shouldn’t want anything to do with that man and his million kids.” “If he could forgive you, why shouldn’t he try and work things out with his father?” “Because that man is the reason for me leaving! Adrian witnessed the abuse I endured because of that man. Every single day!” Her voice shook. “He can’t have us both.”