Novel & Cerita The Second Wife Novel

With a subtle gesture, the man signaled for the others to exit the room. “Except her. I want her to stay,” Jennifer pointedly referred to Scarlett. With his wife and other children departing, the stage was set for a more private conversation. Jennifer confronted the man, her tone heavy with disapproval, “How could you allow your second wife to mistreat your first child? Have you no shame?” Taken aback, the man stammered, “S-Second wife? What are you saying, Luna?” Jennifer was puzzled. Didn’t Scarlett tell her that she had a stepmother? Her thoughts raced, and she questioned the man further, “What is your current wife?”

# THE HUSBAND I IMAGINED ## Season Two: The Life We Chose *A steamy contemporary romance novel — sequel season* --- ## Chapter One: The Journalist Vivian Cross had been building her career for fifteen years on exactly one skill: finding the seam in a story that everyone else had already decided was finished.

I repeat incredulously, “I don’t think I understand. Why would you want me to do that? Forgive me if I’m wrong, but, you don’t seem to like the ones I already have. Why would you want more grandchildren?” “Those twins are an abomination,” she sneers, “Your wife is not good enough. She was never worthy of you, or of our family name. I don’t regard them as your children at all. But you have my genes. My genes that created the twins of legend. You are going to put our genes to good use. You will mate with other women. Women of stature. Women who are your equal, and create the ultimate, perfect children.” That she would dare speak of my Luna this way makes my blood boil. But I cannot let her kno

Being the second wife of my own boss, and the two of us had spent a hot night together as a married couple. However, I myself am not sure how long I will last in a position like this? This feeling, the foreign feeling that I have when I'm with Daniel Noel now is different, not like before when I knew him for three years I was together and dedicated to working with him. I'm afraid if I fall in love with my own husband now. I'm afraid that the different feelings I feel when I'm with Daniel are feelings of love. Daniel Noel is not mine, we both got married only because circumstances forced us to get married, and Daniel himself said many times if he loved his wife very much, I really know that b

Across the room her own husband had the second wife bent over the arm of the couch, one hand on the small of her back, the other guiding the head of his cock along the wet seam of her pussy. The sight of it—her husband’s thick shaft disappearing into another woman’s cunt, the broken sound the other woman made when he bottomed out—acted like a direct current through her. She arched into the mouth that was not her husband’s and threaded her fingers into the second husband’s hair, holding him against her while she watched. The second husband licked her with greater intent, two fingers sliding inside to curl against the front wall, the wet sounds of his mouth on her clit rising under the louder,

“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”

He held it and led me into his house. There was no ugly guilt forced upon me. No mistress blocking the gate with a child. No filthy schemes and lies. This time, I had a man whose eyes were only fixed on me, brimming with love, and people who rejoiced for us. After the grand wedding, the Quenell family vanished completely from the capital. It was said that Wilma could not bear the jostling and humiliation along the road to exile. She collapsed and passed away. Meanwhile, Joan was thrown into the vilest brothel of the capital.

Aiden’s POV The laptop keys kept clicking under my fingers as I scrolled hard and fast, reading every single line on the screen like my life depended on it. Isabella Schneider. Only child. Born and raised in Germany. Married but currently a widow. One child. Wealthy background. Married into serious money. Old money type. The kind that does not show off but controls things quietly. Her husband was a powerful German businessman with deep political ties. Everything about her screamed foreign. Nothing about her said New York. And yet, here she was. Living here. Starting fresh. Acting like a woman with nothing to hide even though I had a growing feeling that she does.

“I’m sorry, okay. Alright, I get it. She’s the mother of your child, and she deserves your love and attention. I get it. But you can marry me too. Look, I love you, Lachlan. I don’t see myself with anyone else but you. Just look how far we’ve come. We can’t throw all of that away because of some stranger. Please, Lachlan, think about it. I’ll gladly be your second wife, and if you’re scared about how I’ll treat her, please don’t be. I’ll accept her as my sister and... “Can you hear yourself, Cassie, second wife? Have you gone mad? Who does... anyway, that can’t even happen. And Amelia is no stranger. She’s my wife. Please just leave us alone.” I said and sighed. I could feel her piercing gaz

It was as if that man, her husband, became more and more repulsive. Elena sat at the desk and opened her laptop. She was a brilliant mind and loved to develop technological projects. It was a pity that her work never materialized. She was a faithful and dedicated wife. All that truly mattered was to satisfy her husband's whims. But as she looked at the screen, she couldn't help but feel stupid and naive. What good was it to be a good wife if Damon was unfaithful? That was her husband, Damon Donovan. They had been married for three years but he never once touched her. He'd rather indulge himself in alcohol and women outside.