Una Esposa Comprada Novels & Stories

I stop as tears roll down my eyes. "Hilltown was their scheme too. They sold me. They sold me to your mother, to you. I am nothing but a purchased goods for you and still I'm defective," I say. "Don't say that! You're perfect and you're not a purchased good. You're my wife and my wife deserves to get all the happiness she deserves to be," he says as he wipes away my tears and embraces me and caresses my back. "Everyone should get what they deserve Zara," he says.

He immediately approached me and quickly pulled me upright while holding my hair, " You have no right to question me like that! You don't own me or my life! I can do whatever I want to do." "You're already married, Thunder!" I shouted in response which made him mad even more. "SHUT UP YOU BITCH!" He shouted and slapped me, "What now if we're married huh? Nothing will ever change, I'm still Thunder Alcantara and you are Jewel Mercyl Dawson- Alcantara my useless and desperate wife! We're just married by papers and you're caring about my surname but not my heart, mind, and soul! I will never love you!" After he said that he let me go and quickly left the house.

' subconscious yelled at me. 'its not my fault, I always respect women's but she...she just sell her off to be my wife.. how can she do that?' I yelled back. 'Yeah yeah, you respect women's tch, that's why you abuse her, that's why you slap her, BECAUSE YOU RESPECT WOMEN'S, you know what?? you're right, she's sell herself to be your wife, a GREAT BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE, and after that also she never asked you for money, even she paid to the doctor for your check up...a total gold digger! RIGHT?' subconscious mocked me.

Her heels echoed through the hall as she stepped off the stage. And just like that—everything shifted. I felt it. The realization as it dawned. The name that carried power in its bones. The name I never flaunted but one I was born from. I saw it on their faces — the sudden calculation in their eyes. The way their gaze changed when they looked at me now. The woman in the red dress who had just burned her marriage to ash wasn’t simply a wife scorned. She was a Saavedra and Montreal. I was not just a random girl Regan Del Valle married.

Listening to Liam's words and looking at her name on the document, Amelia was deeply moved. "You don't need to put it under my name, you know. It's a marital asset so we both—" "No, this is your pre-marital asset." Liam ruffled Amelia's hair affectionately. "You are my wife and I want you to have a wedding gift. Thanks to a lawyer, the villa—your gift—is considered your pre-marital asset. I never plan to divorce you. But I figure I should do this to reassure you," Liam said solemnly, his eyes were filled with tenderness.

Her gaze landed on him, then on Abigail. Abigail saw her questioning gaze and opened her mouth to decline the purchase. But Byron was quicker, as he flatly replied to the woman, “I am her husband. Pack it.” ​ The seller was smart enough to judge his position from his luxurious suit and domineering enough not to question anymore and instantly take the card, “Yes, Sir.” ​ She left with clothes, only to appear within a minute with completely packed bags and his card, “Happy Shopping, Sir and Ma’am. Please come again.”

,"es la chica fea de clase baja su esposa (Is this low class ugly girl his wife?" Oh allez les gars, qu’est-ce qui ne va pas en disant la vérité? il est vrai que cette fille est de classe inférieure et indigne de Sebastian. Et pourquoi vous vous fâchez quand Sebastian est calme Ça veut dire qu’il est d’accord avec nous. ( Oh, come on guys what is wrong in speaking the truth? It is true this girl is low class and unworthy for Sebastian. And why you two are getting angry when Sebastian is quiet means he agrees with us?" Elena bites her cheeks to control her tears. She understood what are they saying about her in Spanish. Elena looked at her husband hopefully that he will support her but Sebas

Bella I married for money and not for love. I dumped the fact that there may be people who care about me, and there were those who faked it. While the wedding certificates were being signed by my contract husband, I lived in the delusional state that this was not a contract, it was real. Mr. Blackwood will definitely not frame that contract, and Valerie? She can't do more than give me a dead stare from her seat. Moving around to get to a better position to have my signatures on the marriage certificate made me feel nauseous.

she said evenly, then carefully picked up the bag from the floor. But Celine wasn’t done. She stepped closer, her voice lower yet piercing. “I know you’re hoping to catch Harry’s attention. How pathetic you are. Do you really think he’d choose you after all this? You’re just a contract wife, aren’t you?” Arabella stiffened. She wanted to snap back, but she knew that would only fuel Celine’s satisfaction. The dark-haired girl focused on her job, ignoring Celine’s sharp words. “Miss, which one do you want to purchase?”

Maxwell replied with a smile. Sonnet’s eyes widened in surprise. “Didn’t Mariette buy the manor? How did you—” “She’s desperately trying to gather funds now, so she sold the manor. I took advantage of her frenzy to buy it at a price even lower than the usual market price, and she had no choice but to accept my offer.” Maxwell stuffed the keys into Sonnet’s hand as he replied nonchalantly, “You’re the mistress of the household, so I’ll leave the keys in your hands.”