Virgin Wife の小説・ストーリー

Viren hung up his words, making Carissa curious. "What's wrong, Mr. Viren? Is there a problem?" Carissa massaged Viren's shoulder; he dared to touch Viren's body even more, and Carissa was sure that Viren was also getting interested because there was no resistance from Viren. "My wife had an accident, and until now, she is still in a coma," Viren sobbed, showing that he was deeply saddened by what happened to Carissa. "You fraudster, I'm so sick of your drama," Carissa thought, annoyed.

Maybe fate has the power to either build or break someone. She closed her eyes as the elevator brought her closer to Fabian’s office—her husband. Or… could they still be called that? She doubted it. There had never been a day in their marriage where they actually acted like a real couple. Vira knew the man she married loved someone else. No, it didn’t really hurt—at least not the way it should. What hurt more was her pride. She was used to being admired, praised, even worshipped by men. Except by one person—her father.

I wouldn't know myself if her mother hadn't told me. The plan isn't for her to carry the baby herself. We could get a surrogate or something, but I can't do this without having a wife to convince the shareholders. "She probably thinks you still love her," Rick muttered in a very low voice. I think it's not meant for me to hear but I did anyway. "So, how're you holding up with Vikings? Are they still hell-bent on not changing the terms of the contract?" I say changing the topic. I want to bring the attention away from me and my love life. Rick is as still as I am but he's not in the situation as I am. He still has his dad around so he's not being pushed to settle down anytime soon.

Knowing the reason for his anger Oliver stretched out his hand and Nuella stood beside him and took hold of his hand. Old master Seun looked at the young lady with a frown on his face. “Old master, this is my wife, Nuella Allen” The people sitting close by all stared in surprise, they had heard the announcer earlier but did not think it was true until now that he mentioned it himself. They all moved their gaze at the beautiful young lady and wondered who she was, knowing Oliver, he would not just marry any, especially with his dislike for women. Nuella bowed her head low in greeting

Cristine said abruptly in front of Virginia. "Mom, please... Virginia, you’re here. What’s going on with you?" "Nothing’s wrong with me, Fernando. But you... even your wife knows, because we’ve talked about it. But Virginia is willing to give you a second chance, aren’t you, honey?" Cristine turned to Virginia, who responded cheerfully. "That’s right, Mother-in-law. Marriages aren’t perfect—they’re a mix of bitter and sweet times. And I swore at the altar to stay with my husband through thick and thin."

The house was so big that it scared her to death. How is it possible that only the owner lives here all alone? "What about his wife and children?" Serenity had asked at one point during their tour but Alice's face fell immediately. Serenity was confused as to her sudden reaction but still looked at her expectantly. "He's not married. He doesn't have kids either. He despises them. Wants absolutely nothing to do with them." Alice conceded with pain filled eyes. Her boss was a very kind man but for some reason, he preffered to bed women rather than to house them.

Then, beneath it, the blank space where the name wasn’t mine, but I had to take it anyway. Elena Moretti. The moment the tip of the pen scratched that second signature, something twisted in my chest like it wanted to scream. No ring was offered. No kiss was given. No words were exchanged. Just paper. Just a glass of red wine set in my hand by a man I’d never seen before. “Smile,” the lawyer said. I didn’t. Dante didn’t either. “You may acknowledge your wife,” the priest said. The words echoed like a cough in an empty cathedral.

Her fingers shook as she picked it up. She'd always known the passcode. Never used it—until now. On his chat app, she opened a group thread with his buddies: [Jared, 1000 days of celibacy today, right? You have to come out and celebrate!] [No way. Three years married and still no action?] [Lucia might be a bumpkin, but with that face and body? You've seriously held back?] [Obviously. He made that vow to Alice—stay pure for her. Jared's never broken a promise to Alice.]

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

During this period, Georgia called me countless times. At first, it was all insults. She called me ruthless and accused me of abandoning her to survive on her own. Later, it turned into begging. She cried and pleaded with me to help her family for the sake of our eight-year marriage. “Simon, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I shouldn’t have gotten involved with Fernando. I shouldn’t have listened to his nonsense. I’ve always loved you! “Simon, if you’re willing to invest in our company again, I’ll do anything for you! I’ll even beg on my knees!”