Who Is Rimuru Wife Novels & Stories

I hoped it worked. A woman in her early forties stepped into the waiting room with an easy, welcoming smile. "Liam?" He stood up reluctantly. "I'm Rachel. You can call me Rachel. No titles today." He shook her hand politely, then followed her down the hallway without looking back at me. The heavy door closed. I was alone.

She's beautiful. "Are you talking to me?" I ask her. "Yeah, I see the way you've been looking at her. I know that look. Do you like her?" I laugh and rub my neck nervously, a little embarrassed. "Well... Funny thing is she's my wife." "Oh." She says a bit surprised. "Your wife?" "Yeah. I think she's trying to make me jealous on purpose, I don't know, I just don't understand." "Oh, it's that kind of night. I totally understand. You see that man over there?" She says, pointing up to a man sitting in the VIP section, surrounded by three girls. I look up and see the man. He looks expensive.

“You think I believe you? I thought you're happy with Mara?!” My forehead furrowed. Why did his dad mention my name? “Yes dad. We just celebrated our first monthsary yesterday.” He looks tired from explaining. “Then why is your mistress work here?!” My eyes widen. Mistress? Maru has a mistress?! Who is she? “Dad, Jana is not my mistress!” He said angrily. His father smirks. “Really? Then why is she here? If she is not your mistress why can’t you guys leave each other?! You think I didn’t know that until now you are seeing each other?!”

"Your mother? Who is she? As far as I know, Grace is the only woman I am married to." "Oh please stop pretending as if you didn't know," Rumi said, rolling her eyes at Emera. "You think my mother will just keep calm and allow Grace to reap where she did not sow? Well you better wake up from your deep sleep old man." "I am still trying to process what you said," Emera said. "Who is your mother?" he asked. "You're still pretending as if you don't know the woman you slept with, keep pretending father." Rumi said. "Soon, very soon, you will join your wife."

And he was waiting, he chuckled. "Haha who said she's my wife ? She's my mistress. My wife Remora left me due to some unknown reasons. I was shattered and kept Julia as my mistress. Though I've a child with her, another son. I know you're listening me Remora. Please come back. Your man is waiting for you. Come and claim me." The last lines he said eye to eye with camera. He mentioned Julia as his mistress which brought her shame as she always saw herself as his wife.

The rest of the meeting is tense and uncomfortable. Ramsey is the only one who seems unbothered even though he just announced his marriage to his brother’s former mate who was also considered a criminal. For the rest of the meeting, Muriel doesn’t say anything and just stares at the table in front of him.

She doesn't respond as her fingers are typing rapidly on the phone. My phone is resting on the nightstand in the room and I haven't glanced at the screen for once. I elbow her, turning my expressions into irritated one, " What? I'm busy. No one ignores her future husband as you do. '' Rita irritates and stares at me. " Rita! What have you been doing on the phone since morning? " Rimpy aunty scolds her, " What will Guri think of you? " I chuckle under my breath. Rimpy aunty towers over us resting her hand on her hips. She snatches her phone from her hands, " Learn something from Mini and Suhana. "

" Wait!! Well... She is my... Wife. " " WHAT ???? Are you mad?? " " No, but getting there very soon. " " Mohit, I am not in the mood for riddles." " She is Srusti Mohit Paul. My wife already." " How?? When did you get married ?? Why didn't you tell us?? Manu is your best friend, you didn't even tell her. "

Her lies, spewed under the cover of being a reporter, made me tremble with rage. "You're lying through your teeth! Wilson is my husband, not yours." Rowena Jones paused, then smirked like she had caught me in a slip-up. "Wilson's your husband? Prove it." "I..." "Here's my marriage certificate with Wilson. Got anything like that?" She waved two certificates from her bag, flaunting them for me and the camera to see. A chill ran through me. How on earth did she have a marriage certificate with Wilson?

“You know, I’ve had enough out of both of you.” Juri and Kaz laughed. My eyes snapped to someone coming towards us. I reached out, putting my hand on Ria’s lower back. She moved closer to me without breaking her conversation with my two sister-in-laws. Miguel Ramirez was coming over to us, his wife following just behind him. He smiled as he reached us, his hand going out to shake Juri’s hand. “Juri Baranov! It’s good to see you again. It’s been a while.”