Who Is Rimuru Wife Novels & Stories

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

He tried to get up but already Robin managed him in his ways. "Maybe you forgot, let me remind you for one more time, she's Mrs. Adam Richardo. She's my wife, the eldest daughter in law of the richest family in Asia. It's not good to lay your finger on her." Adam's eyes were sparing fire towards him. He dared to touch his wife. He dared to play with his souls mate. He was waiting for death.

“I don’t want to see you with my husband again. I don’t care about how you gonna raise your child. I’ve disowned you.” I grabbed my bag and turned to leave. Then she spoke. “You think he loves you?” she sneered. “He doesn’t. He loves me. You were nothing but his trophy wife.”

Taking a deep breath, she plastered a smile on her face and greeted Jaden's cousin warmly. "Hello there," Rita said, extending her hand. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting. I'm Rita, Jaden's... well, Jaden's wife." The cousin's eyes narrowed, suspicion evident in her gaze. She shook Rita's hand reluctantly, still sizing her up. "Wife, huh? That's interesting," she replied with a touch of skepticism. Rita felt a pang of discomfort, realizing that her true identity as Jaden's ex-wife was still hidden from Jaden's cousin. She knew she couldn't blame the cousin for a*suming the worst about her intentions, considering the circumstances.

"Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change." She didn't snap. She laughed, turning to the crowd. "Sorry you all had to see this. He's my husband's old benefactor—did him a favor once. Out of gratitude, I've been covering his food and clothes. Guess it wasn't enough. Now he's here trying to wreck our family." Just like that, she flipped everything—swapped me with Danny and made me the pathetic leech. I pressed my tongue to my burning cheek and walked straight at her, face cold.

"And? What did you discover?" "It is better than you think, Miss Victoria," the investigator replied, a quiet chuckle echoing through the line. "The girl has a massive secret. She wasn't just Damian Vance's fiancee or assistant. According to confidential civil filings, Valerie was actually legally married to Damian Vance and quietly divorced three weeks ago." Victoria gasped softly, her eyes widening with shock and dark delight. "She was divorced from Damian?" "Yes," the investigator confirmed. "And we pulled her private medical evaluation from the Vance family’s private clinic. The medical report claims she has severe fertility issues, specifically stating she is unable to conceive or carry

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

Shmue said as he ate. Huh? What the hell does he mean when he says I'm his first and last wife? I looked at Dum, who only nodded when Shmue mentioned Ranie Oleen Nach as his wife. "Oh sure, thank you for stating that, Shmue," Dum remarked, "anyway, that's all the knowledge I have and regarding what AS signifies I have no notion about it," Dum added to me again. "So who is NYX again? and what is her link with the lady you mentioned Ranie? and also what about the woman you talked about minutes ago, which was your wife sir?" I said, my voice and attitude perplexed.

I answer it. The woman on the step is somewhere in her late thirties, well-dressed, with the careful posture of someone who practiced what to say on the drive over and is now reconsidering it. She looks familiar in a way I can't immediately place. "Mrs. Laurent?" she says. "I'm Catherine Rothwell. James's wife." James. From the office. The one who diffused Marcus on my first day. "We need to talk," Catherine says. "About Dominic's ex-fiancée. About Isabelle." She holds my gaze. "She's back. And she knows about your arrangement.”

“She claims she wants to keep a low profile. Apparently, contrary to what she’s doing now, she used to rely on her family name to get whatever she wanted, which doesn’t make sense.” I studied her for a moment. “Let’s set Muriel aside. You still haven’t told me what you were doing in the male dormitory.” Rumi let out a slow breath. “My chosen mate… he’s from one of the western packs.” My lips parted slightly. She had mentioned him before.