Wife After Love Manga Novelas e Histórias

The room erupted in laughter, a shared moment of joy and camaraderie among the staff. Ariana's smile widened upon hearing Mateo refer to her as his wife. It was a delightful surprise, surpassing her expectations of being called his girlfriend. The weight of the term 'wife' carried a deeper significance, making her feel cherished and loved. Her heart fluttered with joy and contentment as she looked at Mateo, her eyes shimmering with affection.

After his lips left to kiss mine, I said, "My name is Azalea Himawari, 19 years old, wife of Anthony Kicker. Whose dress is this, sir, it's not for me, right?" I have to make him realize that I am not his girlfriend. I'm not a substitute woman. I am a wife, who cannot possibly remarry before I am divorced. I hope he understands and doesn't fight fate. But he said, "I don't care, cause you are mine right now!"

He was reminded of his assistant's words during his wedding, and he called his assistant right away. "About the news story you told me about that day, I want to read it!" He still refused to believe that I would leave him to marry someone else. I had told him before that I would never return to Napleo, and he did not think I would ever lie to him. Eric's assistant searched for the news for a long time. He had to tell Eric the bad news that it was gone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Foreman. That news can no longer be found. Someone must have put a stop to the news trending online, but I remember it was a marriage alliance between two mafia families. The bride is the pampered little princess of the Elderon

Mort said and glared in Laurel's direction as she rested her crossed leg on the sofa table and smirked at them. "So, she's not your girlfriend?" Feeling relieved, Sumire asked breathlessly. "No." Mort directly denied. "Hic ... how about a wife?" Sumire asked for a second time. Mort's face suddenly get serious and looked the maiden in the eye meaningfully. "My first love is gonna be my wife."

Love, Leafy~ _______ KircheLeaf Arc 2: My Wife Is A Closet Yandere _______ ~ END of CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX ~

There was nothing else to say. The driver opened the door again. Rowan gestured. “After you.” She stepped in. As the car pulled away, Elara looked out the window and let the reality settle—not dramatically, not painfully. Just fully. She was officially his wife. Not because of love. Not because of fate. But because she had chosen this—with clarity, with control, with her eyes open. And the city did not pause to acknowledge it. Neither did she. They drove on, separate even now, bound by ink and law and silence.

She simply continued walking, her steps steady, her posture composed, as if the touch had never happened. Adrian’s hand fell back to his side, fingers curling into a fist. “You didn’t think to tell me where you were going?” he asked, voice low. Elena didn’t move back. She didn’t soften either. “I didn’t think I needed to.” There was no challenge in the way she said it. No defiance. And somehow, that made it harder to respond to. Adrian’s jaw tightened slightly. “You’re my wife.” Elena held his gaze, steady and composed.

(Music) I made plans to be with you Girl whatever you ask me you know I can do (Music) I'll make love to you Like you want me to And I'll hold you tight Baby... We just danced until the song ended. “Thank you hon!” My wife said sweetly. “Anything for you wife!” I told her then I tighten my hug. I told the staff of harana.ph to leave the office and Laila, Mara's secretary. I heard the door close and lock, so I turned and face my wife and gave her a sweet kiss. “I love you wife!” I whispered and I hug her again.

, she muttered, kissing her forehead. Seeing this overwhelming love flowing down through his wife for her best friend Karan cleared his throat to grab her attention. But Dia didn't spare him a glance though and went to hug Krish and Sammy praising them for their efforts and happily accepted those flower bouquets, placing a kiss on their cheek. Seeing her kiss his brother and Krish, he felt a sting of jealousy from them and wished to prepare all this by himself only. When she was done she gave the bouquets to Farha and started going inside with Krish and Sammy only leaving that jealous and sulking husband behind her. Karan's eyes widened while nose scrunched up seeing her retreating back.

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.”