Una Esposa Comprada Novels & Stories

Ernest's face twisted with distress as he stammered, "B-But... I've lost ten grand in a single night. Where are we supposed to get that much money?" Keith leaned back in his chair, a smug look plastered across his face. "We go way back, Ernest. So long as your wife comes home with me tonight, I'll write off your debt. For your information, I can get plenty of chicks with this money anywhere else." I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to endure the humiliation. His words felt like knives stabbing into my heart, but I was well aware that I couldn't confront them head-on at that moment. Ernest's hands were shaking, and his eyes were filled with anguish.

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.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

I warned them not to sell him the house, or they would be asking for trouble. I whipped out the marriage certificate that Ella and I shared, my proof that I was not spinning tales. The sales staff in the lobby snapped to attention. Ella's face was a storm of fury as she lashed out at me, "Moron, can't you stop making a spectacle of yourself? Get lost, go home!" She dismissed me to the sales staff with a wave of her hand.

“Yes. Sit down.” Lucas sat, already sensing something unusual. His father returned to his desk, leaned back in his chair, and folded his arms. “I had an interesting conversation with Manuel Guzman.” Lucas arched a brow. “About the joint venture?” “Not exactly.” His father’s lips curled slightly, amused. “He proposed an arrangement.” Lucas frowned. “What kind of arrangement?” “A marriage,” his father said plainly. “Between you and his daughter. Lara.” Silence fell between them.

he chuckled, but she remained silent. “He bought random women to help. Initially, he just wanted to make his ex-wife jealous. He needed attention, badly, feeling neglected and ignored. Then, Mom needed money for her father’s operation, 500k during her time. She was just a waitress at Macho, and they fell in love, to make the long story short. Dad bought another woman before Mom, it turns out she had a twin, and she was furious at Dad. She was calling him names, but sweetie, she wasn’t the real woman Dad bought. She was an impostor.”

"When I get out of this, I'll find you and you'll be mine, just like you should have been. I bought you, I bought you! You belong to me!" "What? You bought me? Don't tell me you were with those who killed my parents?" Marta asked, her voice laced with shock. "I just wanted you to be mine, and your parents would never have accepted me as your husband. Neither would you, because I was poor!" the blond man yelled, to Marta's surprise. "You're wrong, you idiot. If you'd been honest with me, and looked after me and loved me properly, I might have been your wife, because I really did love you," Marta said, even angrier now. "Take him away!"

" hey, idiot, why are you laughing? " " My wife is so cute," he said as he pinched my cheek. " Answer me," I yelled at him. " that 9 are true or not. " " uh? " " oh, my jealous wife. They were not my wife," he said. " then? " " They were contract and acting wife. " " acting? " I asked. " Why is my wife uneducated? " he said. " you.... " " because of my sister's wish. I married them by contract. " He explained.

Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy A trace of panic flickered across Krystal’s face. She averted her gaze and held her tongue. Dale Abbot, on the other hand, approached me with two glasses of red wine in hand. He said, “Don’t get upset, sir. Since you can’t give Ms. Markham kids, she borrowed my sperm to produce heirs. No one is taking your place as her husband.” While downing the glass of wine, Dale handed me the other drink and uttered, “I’m counting on you to take good care of my children.”

"Elliot, you're the other man. You're so desperate to take my place that it's pathetic. How dare you push Olivia to divorce me! Where did you hide her?" I stepped back, keeping my tone calm. "Relax. I'm not marrying Olivia. I don't want her anymore." He let out a short laugh, taking it as sarcasm. "Olivia married me because she loves me. You'll never win against me." I had never been competing with him. He was the one who turned me into an enemy in his head, acted decent to my face, then posted that video behind my back. My voice tightened despite myself. "No one's competing with you, but you killed my mom. Don't you owe me an apology?"