Twitch Wife Book Novels & Stories

My life was complete and I was happy. The end of book 1, please proceed to book 2 (His Tainted Wife)

I don't have time to wat properly and you ask me if I watch TV shows. "No, but my family watches." Aster nodded. He was glancing at his phone while working and he saw the recommendations pushed to him by the software. The CEOs contract wife: Three treasures Wait, what? Contract wife? Was this something really derived from reality? Was his life found out? He tentatively opened it. Adapted from the bestselling book. There was a book? He quickly downloaded the app and paid for the unlocking and started reading. The more he read, the more he frowned.

Summary: My Wife Turns My Friends Into Her Personal Army Of Cocks, And I’m Forced To Watch It All Unfold ••• I have a confession. My friends are obsessed with my wife. Scratch that. They badly want to fúck my wife. We golf a couple of times a month, and every time we are together, the conversation circles back to Vivienne. I cannot lie. It turns me on as much as it makes me furious.

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

Her world crumbled right before her eyes. She immediately imagined herself pulling that woman’s hair and strangling her neck. She wanted to confront her and ask her why she would do that to her husband. Ask her where did she find the audacity to steal a married man. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and cry like no one was around. In reality, her self-worth was gone even when she remained composed. She wanted to put all the blame on the woman when her husband seemed to equally enjoy the ass that was on his lap. She could not even bring herself to defend Jack. He willingly kissed and did even more with another woman.

“You're making a mountain out of a mole hill, Preetah. Relax and continue being as quiet as you normally are. What, are you on your period?” All of a sudden, the jealousy and hurt I was feeling, turned to rage. I was mad. Mad, mad, mad. I wanted to tell him that he was wrong for seeing nothing wrong with another woman touching him, and right in front of me. I wanted to tell him that he was the wrong one, but I couldn't. I was a wife. And in our culture, women are submissive. Women don't go off and tell their husbands that they are wrong. Women keep quiet and allow their husband to be the head and lead.

Another reporter uttered. Trenton's eyes quickly snapped to her. “You speak to my wife disrespectfully one more time, I will have your sack letter printed in seconds. Do you get me?” He growled, his voice hard. “I am sorry.” She boomed, her voice shaking. “Let’s be respectful. My wife is not that kind of woman. She loved me even before I became Trenton Hudson. You lot only want to hear from me because I am rich and creative. She is with me despite knowing my weakness.” He corrected. His weakness was not knowing how to swim.

I smiled without thinking, a flutter in my chest as I picked it up. I opened the chat. Maddox: Hi… I know you have an affair with my husband… but please I beg of you, can you resign?… ever since you started working at Crestwood Enterprises, my husband has never touched me and I had spy’s who I told to watch you… please quit the job. My stomach twisted. Not fear exactly—more like a hot spike of anger mixed with thrill. So the wife knew. Pathetic. I leaned back in my chair, robe slipping off one shoulder as I reread it. Spies? Really? I almost laughed out loud. If she had actual proof,