Novel & Cerita The Revenge Of The Mute Wife

|Vladimir's POV| I leaned against the wall with my darling wife beside me. She was shivering in fear and it was damn visible to everybody. I hated it when she was scared. Not that I cared whether she was scared or not; It's just that she was ruining my reputation by showing everyone that she was a pathetic little bitch. "Will you stop fucking shivering?!" I snapped at her and she flinched. See? That was exactly what I was talking about.

For them, it maybe cute seeing a husband caring for his wife but for Simran it is not , their relation is not like normal husband and wife . Their relation is complicated and the thread which connect both of them is not marriage but 'His Revenge'! Simran broke the hug and pushed Ansif a little from her and took a two meter distance from him, Ansif composed himself realising what he did just now. "Why did you scream when you are fine?" Hearing his question, Simran was reminded of the paper in her hand which her brother placed before running, she quickly hided it behind her bag and looked Ansif thinking of a good reason for screaming like that "A .. cockroach!"

And she had no idea why. “And do you want to know why?” he continued, halting her straying thoughts. “Because I know what marriage means to you. I know what you've imagined your marriage to be. I know that you've dreamt about your wedding in a certain way. And that's why I'm here, to crush any chance of that dream manifesting. To make sure you never get the marriage you've encraved in your mind. To get you stuck in this loveless marriage forever… I know what that stupid word ‘love’ does to you. And knowing that you would never get that gives me the absolute form of satisfaction, my dearest wife. So buckle up and come to terms with your life because shedding tears isn't going to change the ou

Katherine's POV If anyone had told me that one day, I'd be betrayed and replaced by my own husband. I would have fought them in his defense, probably beat them up to a pup, because I loved my husband so much and I trusted him with all my heart. I loved him enough to settle down as a housewife, allowed for a surrogate mother because I couldn't bear his heir. I did whatever he told me to do because I was his wife and I loved him dearly. I went as far as shutting out my family from my life because they thought Reynold was a nobody and they didn't want us together.

Smack! I slapped him. Hard. He stared at me in disbelief. "You hit me for him?" He then grabbed my hand, eyes glistening with tears. "If it helps, hit me again. Hit me until you're done being angry… then come back to me, okay? Grace, I love you. I can't live without you." I tore my hand from his and walked back to Ryan. "I'll say it again, Philip: we are done. The moment you hit me for Laila, the moment you left me in that forest, when our child died because you turned your back on us, we're done."

Saying no might alert him that I know something. I want him completely clueless. It would make my revenge more sweeter. I run my hand through his soft brown hair, the noise he makes encourages me. “I love you,” he mumbles against my lips, cupping my breasts. His words ring hollow and I realize there’s no feeling behind it. My anger starts to rise but I close my eyes and push into him hard. He matches my pace passionately. The air sings with the heat of our bodies rubbing impatiently together. The last thought that filters into my head before I shove everything away is ‘Nothing will ruin my revenge.’

"L-leion, I’m not allowed to sleep outside. I’m going to be sick for a while. That’s what the doctor told me when I went to see him. When Aubrey asked her husband for help getting his hair off, he hit her and threw her around. "What exactly am I requesting, and do I cause your pity? You are the originator of all of this calamity. If you didn’t come back, I hope we’re satisfied with our situation! I’m giddy with excitement! We’ve got a whole family here! " The howl got louder as the lion tightened his grasp on Aubrey’s hair, and the more Aubrey wept, the louder the lion’s howl got. Following the sensation of warm blood dripping from his forehead, his wife flung him out the front door like gar

"Marcus's wife." Sophia Lang's face went entirely white, just for one silent second. Then she recovered.

“Cock-starved little slut who gets wetter for her husband’s enemies than she ever did for him.” “Disgusting little revenge slut who let three men turn her into a public cumrag while her husband watches.” I cum again and again, losing all sense of time and dignity. My mind is completely gone — nothing but white-hot pleasure, shame, and the filthy thrill of revenge. I squirt multiple times, making a complete mess on the floor while they laugh and keep using me. Finally, they line up to breed me. Mr. Reynolds goes first, pounding me hard and deep before burying himself to the hilt and flooding my womb with thick, hot ropes of cum.

“If you want revenge, then stay alive. And the only way to do that is to remain here, let them believe you’re dead, and survive until you give birth. Otherwise, you won’t last.” With that, Death turned and walked away, his shadow swallowing the doorway behind him. Deli sank to her knees, the tears refusing to fall even though her chest burned with agony. Her husband. The man she had no memory of…he was behind all of it. They all wanted her dead. The weight crushed her as her body shook, a single tear finally sliding free. Outside, Death shut the door and found Ymir waiting. She stood still, her expression unreadable, though her eyes revealed she had heard everything.