Una Esposa Comprada Novels & Stories

I opened that album and specifically chose our close-up wedding photo to show to the people around me. I heard gasps, but I did not care. I turned to the two women and said, “Patricia Sandoval is my wife. I made a mistake before, which is why she is trying to hide that fact. But I am here now and determined to win my wife back. I do not like the way you talk about my wife, especially when you mistook her for having a dirty job. My wife just loved to bake cakes, that is why she worked here, but whatever business she does after her work here is not your business! I will expect your resignation letter as soon as we are home tomorrow!” “S-sir, I cannot lose a job! I need money for my family,” Ra

"Wait, did you say pregnant? That bitch is pregnant?" "Wow, you're slow, aren't you, Maria TrocaFralda," Isabella scoffed. "That's right, that con artist decided to pull off the oldest scam ever, got pregnant with Heitor, and now they're getting married. But I'm already figuring that out."

'Oh Mr Ace thank God you are here, I was just trying to be nice to the miss over here but she just slapped me saying I -' 'That's not true, this slut is the one who was insulting me, saying that she was yours and that I was your little one night stand listen here you little maid I am his WIFE get it HIS!' I could feel myself shaking with anger, when I got a good look at her I saw her face becoming pale yeah thats right bitch his mine. Only what Ace did next left me in shock. 'Please excuse us Jaimee I need to have a chat with my wife.' he says while holding on to her consoling her instead of consoling me his wife.

"That rescue stunt? Totally planned. He saved Lucia on purpose—played the hero so she'd fall for him and say yes to the marriage." "But don't stress, Alice. Jared only married her for the family deal—and to get revenge for you. He's already got the divorce lined up. Right, Jared?" Silence. Heavy. Then Jared's voice came through, flat and sure. "That's right." Outside the door, Lucia staggered back. Even the kidnapping—one of the only things she thought was real—had been a setup. Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of the spiral. She answered. Francesca's voice came through.

Jena looked at her from head to toe again “Huh?” Nuella was confused “You look like someone whose strength was drained out, you look pale” Jena smiled Nuella coughed when she finally understood what she meant “If I’m so drained out right now it is the hand work of My Haywood” s Jena smiled “He is your husband now, so no need to be embarrassed” “It’s so I could get pregnant” Nuella murmured Jena heard what she said and sighed “I don’t think it’s only the reason, somewhere deep down in his heart he might have some likeness for you which made him choose you”

She slammed her phone against the table with the screen down and took a sip of water before saying, “I’m purchasing a property for my relative, and I wanted to use a discount that’s only available for the lower-income group, so I borrowed Ken’s ID for that. My relative left the country a while back, so he asked me to take care of it on his behalf.” “Which relative?” “You don’t know him. It’s a distant uncle.” She was lying. Over our decade-long marriage, I had met all of her relatives. No one fit the profile of a distant relative. I wanted to pry further, but she looked upset. “Are you assuming that I bought the mansion for Ken? “You know how much I earn! If I really had that much money, we

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

“Just take her. Do whatever you want with her. She’ll obey. She’s stupidly loyal.” My heart dropped. Another man—Luciano’s voice answered calmly, “So you agree to the shipment exchange? Your wife in place of the payment?” Davin scoffed. “I already said yes. Move her tonight. I don’t care where you send her. As long as my debt clears, she’s yours. She won’t fight back.” My fingers trembled. That wasn’t my husband. That was a stranger. “You’re selling her like cargo,” Luciano said in the recording, almost taunting.

Bianca positioned herself in his path, voice pitched with practiced shyness. "Though at first she wanted nothing to do with him. All those rumors scared her off completely. We had to talk her into it for weeks. And today she actually came back bragging that her handbags are worth millions, that she 'married the right man.'" Bianca's expression radiated fake happiness on Isla's behalf. The implication was obvious: Isla hadn't wanted this marriage for love, she'd wanted it for the money. And a woman marrying for money was, obviously, the lowest kind of person imaginable.

“No, Winona!” The words tore out of me. “He’s actually selling her. To both of them!” Winona froze. “As a slave,” I continued, my voice dropping, somehow making the words even more horrifying. “She’s not going there as Henry’s wife. She’s going there as a slave to both brothers.” The color seemed to drain from Winona’s face. Her eyes widened. “What? What are you talking about?” “Yes, Winona—I heard them talk. This whole wedding is a façade to hide what’s actually happening. Gabrielle is selling Elena to the Richardson brothers as a slave!”