Wife And Bull Novels & Stories

How did Maru’s brother became my supposed husband? “Why are you not saying anything wife?” “Nothing.”

Your Husband, Maria Walker.

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.

I leaned forward and nibbled on his neck, making certain to make him whimper just a bit before I let go. “I don’t think you two should be doing that in here,” the old woman said meekly. I craned my neck to see the woman from the slot machine standing behind Cillian with a stern scowl on her face. “I don’t care if she is a prostitute. You just don’t go about making a scene like this.” “You think my wife is a prostitute?” Cillian laughed. I glanced at him in shock. Being called his wife thrilled me more than I’d thought possible and just made me desire him even more.

“What?” I wiped my eyes and met his gaze. “You’ll be limping down the aisle because I stabbed you in the leg,” I said evenly, “and I’ll be walking down the aisle in a sling because you broke my scapula in three places.” I chuckled again. “We’re either going to make a great husband and wife... or kill each other trying.” He studied my face, then slowly smiled. A low chuckle followed. “Vittoria Guerra,” he said, standing with my help, towering over me, “you are as crazy as you are beautiful. And I’m very glad you’ll be my wife.”

He nervously asked, "Boss, Mr. Liam can't be a ghost, right?" "What nonsense are you talking about?" Billy clung to Lana in fear, keeping a considerable distance from Liam. "Boss, didn't you say you were widowed?" Billy's voice was already considered soft in the quiet streets of the late night. Still, it caught Liam's attention. He turned and shot Lana a reproachful glare. Lana was so embarrassed. She wished she could push Billy back into the filthy ditch to shut him up. Liam seemed unfazed by the fabricated stories from his ex-wife. After all, their relationship was nothing more than a sham back then. He silently got into the car.

she started as I reached for the empty bowl of soup. “One with the quality of a wife, one who can bear children… not some barren.” My hands stopped midway and my eyes snapped towards Tonia. “Barren?” I laughed bitterly. Both their heads snapped towards me. Tonia looked at me like I had gone crazy. Kian’s blue eyes remained unreadable as always. Tonia laughed mockingly. “Seems like she’s gone mad.” But have I? Maybe I had. Who wouldn’t? When your husband is the reason you couldn’t bear children.

He’s a lost cause At some point, Bella actually thought the man was gay or at least questioning his sexuality in different ways but he was none of those then why has he refused to make love to his own wife even after their wedding. Their wedding night was supposed to be the perfect night for them to have the sheets around them, enjoying the warmth of each other but that night, her husband left her to sleep in another room. During their honeymoon, the man was preoccupied with work or purposely ignored Bella, so she cried herself to sleep that night.

She looked alive. "The numbers are correct," I said, finally looking up. The room went dead silent. Rolan stopped tapping his screen. "The stock is plummeting because the truth is out. My family orchestrated a fraud. My mother manipulated a young man's life to bankrupted a competitor. I stayed silent while it happened. I was a witness to a crime against my own wife."

Billy collapsed, groaning. Aaron grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him back up. “Who are you?” Billy gasped. “And what is this slut to you?” Aaron’s eyes darkened. That earned Billy another punch, even harder than the last. “Who I am doesn’t matter,” he growled. “But her?” He looked at me. “She’s my wife. You don’t look at her. You don’t talk to her. And you sure as hell don’t touch her.”