Novel & Cerita The Villains Wife

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

she said to the salespeople who were now suspiciously watching me. The humiliation was too much. Still, I was willing to walk away without any care, but... that's not what they want. "Like husband, like wife," Giana smirked. "Her husband steals from us and sends her out to take from others!" "Shut up!" I hissed at her, unable to take it anymore. Why do they have to drag Victor into this? "Do not spout nonsense about my husband!" "Why not? His bitchy mother married a low-class bastard and gave birth to him! Now, he is trying to connect his name to the Ryders!" she snaps, glaring at me.

My relatives — the Montreal bloodline — surged toward her. “Homewrecker!” “You are disgusting snake!” “She was his wife!” Zarina tried to stand, but her knees buckled slightly. Her eyes were wide, panicked. She looked to Caroline. And my mother-in-law — despite everything — pulled her behind her. Richard rose and barked orders, trying to shield his son and Zarina at the same time. A few of the extended Del Valle relatives stood, forming a weak barrier between Zarina and the growing fury aimed her way. Reila, usually composed, stood still — eyes wide, lips parted.

She asked brokenly. "Eve, listen to me, you're not stupid, you're a beautiful young woman who has gone through alot, just because you weren't born into the right family doesn't mean he has a right to treat you like trash." I said angrily. "He's.. he's..." Eve stuttered again. "He doesn't even value you, he's no worse than thugs." I said with gritted teeth. "He forcefully made you his wife and then doesn't even respect you in the relationship. More so, he even fools around with someone else?, What a scum!" I said as I remembered what that sly girl did at the party.

Do you think by marrying me you will get limitless money, a luxurious life? "Wife? Like seriously, you are considering your ugly self as my wife? The multimillionaire Sebastian Knight's wife? Then listen you are nothing but a gold digger. How much I wish you had seen your ugly self before considering your worthless self as my wife. Your face isn't worth spat upon, you fucking whore. This marriage is nothing to me. You are nothing to me. You are just a low-class girl. How could you even think that you can be my wife? You won't even fit as my maid. Have you even seen this type of clothes in your entire life?

Close enough to wonder what kind of man carried that story for two years and still got up in the morning looking like stone. “Who took her?” she whispered. His eyes returned to hers. “I don’t know.” The bedroom door unlocked behind them. Slowly. Mrs Vale gasped. Adrian moved instantly, pulling Elena behind him again, but not before she saw the door open by inches. A man’s voice came from the hallway, old and cold and pleased. “Send in the contract wife.”

“Who knew the quiet Lyra was running a Mafia-style harem?” “It’s the fallen House Ashford blood. They were always desperate to claw back into power.” “Imagine trying to compete with Selene Voss. It’s pathetic.” I gripped my coffee cup so hard the cardboard groaned. I was the wife. I was the one who had stayed when everyone else fled. And now I was the villain. “Lyra!” Selene sauntered in, her white designer dress making her look like a saint while her eyes told the story of a demon.

Perhaps it was due to her instincts as the villainess of the story, but from the moment she saw this woman, she hated her from the bottom of her heart. She had a face that was completely different from hers. Meanwhile, the model husband in other people’s eyes and the person who once loved her the most was holding this woman’s hand and even hugging her while working. They acted as if no one else existed. They interacted with such intimacy that it seemed as if they had been together for years, even though a year ago, my father had badmouthed this woman with her in the middle of the night. They had both believed that this was a manipulative witch who was highly skilled in pretending to be innoc