The Winemaker's Wife Novels & Stories

At that moment as well, I saw that Mr Ferrell is also fighting together with my mom and dad. I was then about to shoot another enemy when I heard Trever called out to my attention. “Cypher your wife!” that is what he said which made me immediately turn my head to look for my wife and there I saw here in the middle of the altar. She is already lifeless a while ago but she is even more lifeless now, but there is something that is notable from her, and that is the fact that her cheeks are bleeding right now and she even has a wound on her shoulders and the blood is dripping on her wedding dress.

"We cannot annul the wedding right now, we have to give it some time." "The bitch has us trapped." Mrs Gage erupted. Knox stared at Astrid for a tense-filled second. "You wanted to be her so badly that you wore her dress and signed her name," Knox said, stopping his pacing and approaching her like a predator. "Fine. You’re my wife. But you don't get the life she was going to have. You’re going to help me find her, and until then, you will play this part so perfectly that even God is fooled."

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

I tell her. She frowns. “What’s up…” “I need Simone Wells. David’s brother wants to hire someone to be his Fiancée until he gets his promotion…" I explain. Her frown deepens. “And you’re sure Simone could, do it?” she asks. “She’s one of the only women we have that could pass as a doctor’s wife…” I remind her. “Rather send in. Quinn Daily.” She says. I bite my lip. Quinn was gorgeous, long blonde locks, sea blue eyes her entire face was made to be a model. The only problem we had with her was that her clients always fell in love with the role she played.

He says, but Kiara keeps her eyes tightly shut. She feels his lips make contact with her ear. “If you do not open your eyes, I will have your lids cut out. I have no objection to having a lidless woman as my wife.” Her eyes snap open, she knows he will do it without hesitation. Her aunt’s face is swollen, her right eye is closed shut and turning purple but her left eye is wide open, it regards Kiara with so much hatred that she can hear the words she had been called this morning.

he whispers in my ear. "Forever and always," I say with a small smile as we walk up to the people. "Hello Niko," Luca says, "This is my wife Natalia, Natalia this is one of our allies he's the Russian Mafia's Leader and The women on his arm is his wife Katina Smirnov," "nice to meet you guys," I say putting on a smile for show. "you as well I would love to introduce you to the other mafia wives I'm sure they would be excited to know who finally tied down the Infamous Luca Lombardi," Katina says.

Focusing on the one who had tossed the wine, he gave her a frosty glare before asking "Just what exactly do you think you are doing to my wife?" The woman huddled together fear, basically reeking off of them like some sort of pungent perfume. The vine tossers, who were still holding the empty cup and holding an expectant gaze stiffened when his glacial gaze settled on her. "I asked, what exactly do you think you're doing?"

He strictly warned her. Luciana poured wine into the glass, she raised the glass to her lips and sipped. “Why should I do that? You're my son, I can't leave you alone. As your mother, I know the right woman for you.” She coaxed. “I don't love Henrietta!” He retorted in an insolent manner.

I wanted her to love it. She took a sip, her lips curling slightly as she examined the taste. “Not bad, actually. Smooth finish… hints of blackberry, maybe?” I stared long and hard as her tongue flicked over her lips. I imagined her cute mouth wrapped around... “You’ve got a good palate,” I commented, sighing in relief internally. “Well…” she began, setting the glass down. “My husband is the owner of Sterling Winery. It’s expected that I should know my wines.”