Novel & Cerita The Winemaker's Wife

The villa, owned by a distant cousin who shared our disdain for the Order's machinations, offered a temporary refuge from our pursuers. As we settled into our new surroundings, I immersed myself in the rituals of winemaking, seeking solace in the familiar rhythms of vineyard life. Under Maya's guidance, I learned to appreciate the intricacies of grape cultivation and wine production, finding a sense of purpose in preserving the Zaveri legacy.

So Jester was annoyed at her humiliation, so he even shouted at the woman once, "We're not divorced yet, so you're still my wife. Sign the contract if you want us to separate legally." Those words were clear to Jane's ears. Instead of going straight to the dancefloor, she went back to where she had walked. She took some wine from a nearby table and brought it closer to Jester. She was nervous just at that moment, but she overcame her fears and fearlessly confronted the man. She couldn't think of anything to say, so the first thing she did was pour bourbon on her husband's face, fueled by rage.

The bottle of wine was almost completely depleted. “Can you show me where your cellar is?” She bit her lower lip and pointed towards the direction where the cellar was. Those rosy sinful lips. I scoffed at the thought of my cock wrapped around them again. A memory I will never forget, not in this lifetime. Camila Christopher Grayston can suck. My wife can suck a man’s brains out. *******

The villa, owned by a distant cousin who shared our disdain for the Order's machinations, offered a temporary refuge from our pursuers. As we settled into our new surroundings, I immersed myself in the rituals of winemaking, seeking solace in the familiar rhythms of vineyard life. Under Maya's guidance, I learned to appreciate the intricacies of grape cultivation and wine production, finding a sense of purpose in preserving the Zaveri legacy.

"While waiting for her, I met Mr. Wright there, who promised to help me, and that was how everything started. Later along the line, I found out that my wife was the Ceo of R.B., and linking it means she was also the chairman of the ATU body." "Before then, Mr. Wright had told me to take the wines Ruserick had made home for my wife to have a taste of it and I told him we don't have wines at home because at that point we didn't, as my wife hasn't gone for her usual shopping and when I gave my wife the wine to have a taste, she refused with the excuse of she doesn't take wine which was because she was mad at me at that time."

'Why getting jealous and angry, you shouldn't care right? When he flapped his eyes open, he saw his wife walking away in an unsteady steps. She's tottering as someone who's drunk. But he only saw her take a few sips from the red wine given to her and he believes that wine is not alcoholic, his little wife doesn't look like someone that would take an alcoholic drink.

Her gaze darting between me and the women, guessing which one of us would speak first. “We didn’t mean to—" “—hurt my wife?” I cut them off with a quiet, humorless chuckle. “I just spilled wine—” she corrected, but seeing me raise my brow made her stop halfway. Then with another, quieter voice, she added; “It was just a mistake...” “Is that what you ladies also tell your husbands when you sleep with other producers?” I see the color drain from their faces. That was just a shot in the dark, but turns out it was true.

She looks radiant as well, even when she's tasting the wine like she was born for this. "I'm no wine connoisseur, but oh, how I do love wine!" She tells Matteo, who seems to be captivated by her charismatic aura. Whoa buddy back up, enough with the smiles and teasing, she's till my wife, contract marriage or not. Besides she looks too good today, I can't have anyone falling for her when she's mine already. Mine. Here's to me, overstepping my boundaries again. But, ah fuck it, I'm meant to play the part as well.

His wife shit a glance at him to keep quiet and he obeyed not knowing what to say. Helen matched towards the couples with a long, big, fancy tray that contained two bottles of wine and three glass cups. "So which one do you like? Alcoholic or non- alcoholic?" She touched the drinks and smiled proudly, at least she had something to offer them. "Really? You brought this for us? Thank you very much" Mr Wellspring smiled, checking the bottles of wine, I don't take alcohol madam Helen, am sorry. I would go for fruit wine including my wife too." He dejected the wine and moved it closer to him.

I saw two ladies exchanging looks filled with humor and when they noticed my gaze, they nodded and introduced themselves. “I am Catherine, the ambassador wife.” The lady with the green sharp eyes said as I nodded to her. “And I am Mary Ann, the wife of the master healer” the woman who looked so out of place but held herself with a certain grace that nobody could question her added. I waited until Estrid picked up a wineglass before I replied. “And I am Themis, the wife of the warlord” I watched as the glass shattered in her hands with my face impassive so I would not laugh.