Romans & histoires The Pilot's Wife Novel

Ralph sucked Rara’s bottom lip between his teeth as his hands strayed from her hips to the upper part of her thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. "Understand something," Ralph growled lowly against her lips. "You’re now our wife, no longer a daughter or sister but ‘ours’.” As one hand held her thigh, the other crept one hand held her thigh, the other crept up her flat stomach and possessively grabbed her plump bare breast. "I did you a favour. Your whore of a sister was eventually going to betray you, topolìno. This world is fucking selfish, it wouldn’t think twice before eating you up, then why are you feeling remorse for a wench who was ready to kill you to save her skin." Ralph continue

And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk. The mistress died, pointing all the evidence to Sebastian. And only Angela could save her husband. Secret after secrets starting to reveal. A dilemma that their so-called perfect family is just lingering at the corner. Waiting to unfold. How can Angela cope up with all of these? Is her love enough to protect, her family? A struggle of a wife who vowed in the altar. 'Till death do us apart.'

He patted my shoulder gently and asked, "Hey, Captain, don't you have anyone to call?" "No." I stood up and smiled bitterly. "My husband left me, and my daughter died. Sometimes, I wonder why I'm still alive. Isn't it pointless?" He was stunned for a moment. Then, he said, "How can it be pointless? "You were the heroic female pilot who saved more than 300 people! Many would say that a woman couldn't fly a plane. However, didn't you do it well? "I heard that after the incident, many women applied to be pilots."

There was a master bedroom with a spacious en-suite bathroom and two other bedrooms with their own bathrooms. It had a dining room, a lounge, and a full-sized fitted kitchen. He arranged with His Wings restaurant to deliver his wife’s favourite food on the plane. When they arrived, his pilot greeted them with respect. Victoria was very impressed when she saw the luxurious private jet and asked her husband, “Baby, wow so beautiful, who is the owner of this private jet?” Mark smiled and replied, “It’s ours, my beautiful wife.” Victoria smiled at her husband and said, “It is beautiful, my love.”

She beamed in his chest thinking about the times they've spent in the cockpit, always memorable. Greg is a fifty year old pilot who still has the energy of a horse, he is one of the best pilots the whole Emirate has and he works alongside Mika'il. He likes her a lot and always say she looks like his late wife, she takes advantage of that and ask if she could sit in the cockpit with her husband, he'd agree after much reluctance and made sure she is with him than her husband. She gets to see those amazing button, the view from the window, some think it is unprofessional but Mika'il's relatives own the airline.

she said with a small smile, “that one.” I followed her eyes. The title was etched in gold against the faded green cover: The Perfect Wife: Grace in the Eyes of Society. Clara sighed. “It was written by the second wife of Mr. Kingston’s great-great-grandfather.” My brows lifted. “Second wife?” She nodded, looking at the distance. “Yes. The first wife… she was said to be very different. Full of life. Independent. People say she died from a disease, but…” Clara trailed off, as if remembering she wasn’t supposed to say more.

“Graduated the same year but his luck was more favorable than mine. I chose the wrong woman.” “Geez!” Betty cursed. “What’s it about with a woman?” “A woman is powerful enough. It could destroy or build you. Mine was the former.” “And his?” “Well, he has not found her yet.” Betty laughed out loud. “That’s a good one.” “Anyway, I should be going and leave you with your peace,” John said. “Goodnight, doctor.” Betty waved back and looked at the two males lying next to her seat. “I haven’t found mine either but I’m good,” she told the unconscious pilot.

She had never let her contempt for her controlling husband show with Pete until now. Pete said nothing again. “I’m sorry. Please don’t tell my husband I said that I...” “Mrs. King, don’t worry. What we say stays between us.” She took a deep breath. Thankful that it was night. There was more silence until they arrived at the main airport. Pete escorted her onto the plane and sat down in the back. She was on her way back to the states and she couldn't have been happier. Her nightmare was over, or was it with a husband like hers she could never be sure….

"Poor thing, covered in blood, and not a single family member or husband in sight." No wonder he had not mourned the loss of our child. He already had a new baby on the way with another woman. The truth cut deeper than any blade, threatening to tear me apart. Seeing my dazed expression, William frowned and questioned me, "What's wrong with you? Aren't you happy about Emily's pregnancy?" Did my husband really expect me to smile and congratulate him and another woman on their child? Helen tugged at William's sleeve and whispered, "She had just lost her baby—"