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She walked towards him, trembling like a child facing their abuser, her eyes filled with a multitude of unspoken fears and secrets. Mr. Mandragon pivoted to face the opposite direction, leaving his wife standing behind him. He placed one hand on his waist and used the other to massage his chin, his fury intensifying with each passing second. He looked like a lion preparing to pounce on its prey… He turned to face his wife and without hesitation, his hand swung through the air and he landed a harsh slap that sent her crashing to the floor. Her palms hit the cold tiles, her reflection staring back at her from the glossy surface. Tears streamed down her face, mixed with the blood trickling from

"Hahaha I mean she actually also wants to build a family and I'm the lucky guy she chooses" I'm not dumb. So he knows his wife's true nature... He stood up and stretched a bit. "Let me take you home. After pulling that stunt, I can't trust you anymore." "Harsh, but thanks" I reached out for his hand but pulled back. I have to check myself if I am being too comfortable around him. I am shocked that he grabbed my hand. "Don't worry" then smiled at me. It sends a fluttering feeling in my chest. He shouldn't be this sweet, especially for me! After what I have done to him...

Michael pushes. “I’m married to Maxwell Sturgis, I am a rich woman. I don’t want to be on a poster or billboard, I want to be next to my husband,” I reply. Max grabs my hand, “Michael, please take your foot off mine and refrain from talking about my wife’s body.” Michael has a smug look, “Tell you what Max. I will sign your contract, plus I’m willing to give your company a little more liberty if you loan me your wife for just a night or two.”

**** "Spuurrrr…!" Phoebe spat out the whiskey. "What!? Richard Hill is your husband. Oh my God! You are the crazy rich wife in New York." Phoebe's brain shook violently as she plummeted from cloud nine, her mind reeling at the revelation that the man they had been discussing was none other than Richard Hill.

Liam chuckled as he held her properly :"It seems like my wife is dissatisfied with my face" "You!!!... Who is wife, Let me down" "Then I can make my face ugly so that my wife can like it" "Are you trying to say that I'm ugly..." Lisa asked as she glared at Liam angrily Listening to her Liam suddenly heard a strong desire to survive: "Of course nor my wife is the most beautiful" "You and your sweet mouth, anyway if your face is ugly I will not like you again" "Does wife like my face or me" "Like everything" Lisa replied and made to stand up but the other party held her

“What do you think you’re doing?” “What do you mean?” I whispered back, keeping my eyes on the crowd. “Didn’t you hear what the MC said? They called your wife.” His smile didn’t falter, but his words cut like a blade. “And you think showing up here with your fat, ugly face is something to be proud of? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, Rose?” His voice rose, and I heard some of the people laughing. Even Eva, my own daughter, was laughing at me.

I asked with a teary voice. “Do you like stories, Ruby?” She asked. “Let me tell you a not-so-beautiful story” She added as she took a nearby chair and sat down, facing me. “Once upon a time, there was a lovely couple- or so everyone thought. The couple was nothing else but beautiful on the outside and hideous on the inside. The husband didn’t love his wife as much as he claimed he did, he didn’t show it in his actions. He neglected her and was so engrossed in his work that it made his wife regret every getting married to him.

“That expression doesn’t suit you, Mikayla. It’s your wedding night—the least you could do is smile.” Hatred burned so hot in my chest I thought it might consume me. Was this my life now? Was I truly supposed to call this man my husband? I scoffed. “You’re delusional if you think I’ll ever see you as anything but the ugly devil you are.” His brow arched. “That’s a first. Most women would kill to be in a room with me.” “Looks mean nothing when the soul is rotten.” It was a lie. He was drop dead hot as sin,—every line of his body, every angle of his face screamed raw danger and temptation . But that made him worse. The devil was never meant to be this handsome.

his wife requested, cutting him off as she proceeded. "Good morning handsome! I never knew the underworld leader could be so handsome regardless of his bloody lifestyle. I thought I would meet an ugly-looking squat bald head man with yellow teeth, that has been stained with weed over the years," Mrs. Bryan commented which left her husband surprised. He wanted to say something but couldn't because he knew he is under his wife's control.

but I will say don’t hit her too hard you wouldn’t want to damage her soft skin and her beautiful face… Man the things I would do to have her as my wife, you truly are a lucky man.” Beau glared at Trad with an ice cold stare as he (Beau) cracked his phone screen in his grip. Beau clenched his jaw, dropped his phone on the ground, and said, “You touched my wife?” Trad laughed and said, “What are you going to be the big tough Beau now? Beau you are nothing more than a coward afraid of change and afraid to lose the business.” Beau said, “You touched my wife,” and Trad smiled while saying, “Oh please, she's property that your daddy bought for you because you can’t get a woman, pretty boy. She’s