Wife Gone Wild Novels & Stories

The very idea of a man killing his mate… Feeling reckless, Jasmine added smugly, “Besides, once you’ve had the best, why bother with the rest? I’m holding on to this wildcat. And speaking of which...” She sent her scandalized husband a provocative look, “...don’t we have a wedding night to celebrate?” *** “I’m holding on to this wildcat?” Keilor asked incredulously once they reached her room.

I hang up without waiting for a farewell, tossing the phone back onto the desk. My jaw clenches as I pace back toward the window. Violetta survived. She didn't fold under the compressed timeline, and she didn't run crying out of the building. The quiet, fragile woman who used to sit silently at the end of my dining table, nodding along to whatever my lawyers dictated, is completely gone. She is fighting back, using the very skills I allowed her to cultivate during our marriage. I reach down and press the speed dial for Gideon. He answers instantly.

While Celeste got dressed, she said, "Hungry for more today? If so, you've got to pay up." Taken aback, I asked, "Pay up? I didn't know I had to pay to have fun with you." She pushed my hands away and answered, "Of course. Why would you think I'd let you have fun for free?" "What about last night, then? I didn't pay anything, did I?" Celeste replied, "That's because your wife has paid up on your behalf. If you want to have your way today, it would cost you 3000 dollars."

“Her husband was found with two bullets in his chest and one mistress in his bed.” “Ciara,” she gestured to the woman seated next to Harper. “Her husband drowned in the swimming pool in their home, although he’s a good swimmer.” “And last but not the least, Evelyn. Her husband disappeared. They never found his body. Just his wedding ring… in their garden.” None of them smiled. “Let me be clear,” Celeste said, turning back to her. “By accepting my invitation, you’ve accepted the rules of the Widow’s Club. There’s no application or initiation. Your grief is your entry.”

"A promise after calling it quits with me, really Gavin? You made love with another woman? You played tricks on me! How dare you! You cheated on me, under my nose!" Loisa blurted out. She looked stunning in her wedding gown and was a perfect bride. The appearance that she is currently showing is inappropriate for today's occasion. "Who is she? Tell me, Gavin!” She reiterated the statement with a voice that was quaking with insanity. "Loisa, listen to me. That woman and I are not communicating in any way. I really don’t know her. It wasn't possible for me to spend the night with her,” he said to her while trying to comfort her and pointing his finger in my direction.

After receiving what they desired, the two left for an intensive investigation in the hope of finding at least something to work with, as all CCTVs were down and did not capture anything. While the cops were racking their brains for answers, a woman in a villa was screaming like a lunatic. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, and above all, she was going insane from what she had witnessed. That was the first time she had felt so helpless; she had never imagined that in this life she would be the one to beg rather than the other way around. Gwen was taken aback as she remembered the events of earlier that night, when her husband's men had apprehended Vanity, who was out for a walk in

Wyatt pulls out of me just as he orgasms, his come dripping down my bare thigh. He rests his head against my shoulder, trying to steady his rapid breathing. I stare past him at the wall. Four minutes. For four minutes I was happy again. I felt something. I forgot! But now, it's all rushing back. All the pain and the crushing, lonely misery. I have to get up, clean myself, put on my dress and go back out there. I can't escape the truth of the situation. Wilder is gone and I am here at his funeral to mourn him. I am broken and I am lost. Quick sex on a funeral parlor sink isn't going to fix that. Nothing will fix that. I might as well have died with him.

"There are rumors that you used sleepwalking as an excuse to leave the marriage. Are they true?" Wendy's eyes reddened as she choked back tears. "I don't know anything. I'm innocent. Zane has someone else now. He's working with outsiders to frame me. "His mistress pushed me on purpose. That's how I lost my baby. Now, they want to leave me penniless. How am I supposed to live like this?" People tend to side with whoever looks weaker. Quite a few in the crowd began to sympathize with her. The moment I stepped out of the car, I was met with curses and accusations.

I changed my standing position, looking at them one by one. "What the hell are you saying, Teressa?" Jumping to my feet, I activated my aura of intimidation. As if preparing to attack Teressa if necessary. However, I couldn't do that. Wilder stood up, holding out his arms to protect his wife. I forgot that Teressa was his mate. Of course, Wilder will protect that damn bitch tooth and nail. "Don't blame anyone for what you don't know. You should have found out first, right? "How can you sign divorce papers, then marry so quickly to a man you don't know? Now I doubt there is any love between you," said Wilder

"Yeah, he's coming back in two days. And he’s bringing his wife. Supposedly a beautiful musician from England. What was her name again?" “Anna Witherspoon,” the man in the wide-brimmed hat said, his voice low. "Yes, Anna Witherspoon," the bold man echoed. "And why do we care?" Bisila asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, because Andrew was the one we all thought could steal your heart, but now he's married. We’ve all tried, and you’re not interested in any of us!" the bold man grinned. "You’re all like fathers and brothers to me. Please, Travie, I’m years older than you!" she said, rolling her eyes.