Wife Gone Wild 소설 & 이야기

He had been the villain in his former wife’s life in the past. But you see, villains know how to cry too. Villains also know what regrets are. And villains also know how to let go. Just like how Hans Kenji Alvez quietly cried, whispering that he was letting go of his ex-wife, Xiellenna Mondregal-Alvez, while murmuring the word sorry.

A LOVING HUSBAND AND A BIRTHDAY PRESENT 1 I knew exactly what my wife needed for her birthday. For years I had watched Elena, my beloved wife, lose herself in gay p**n. The first time I caught her, she was on our bed with her legs spread obscenely wide, three fingers buried deep in her soaked pussy while she pinched and pulled her heavy tits. On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor.

Someone who knew the version of me that existed before I met Lucian Dhark. My phone buzzed on the desk. It was Margot. “Did you see the witness list?” she asked as soon as I answered. “Yes.” “And?” She urged me to say more. I leaned back slowly in my chair, feeling beads of sweat gathering on my forehead. “He found Caroline.” I stated. “My best friend from college.” Margot was quiet for a moment. “That’s not an accident,” she said finally. “I know.” The man I married didn’t do accidents. He did strategy.

This is the woman I married, this is the woman I miss. My wild, crazy, loud woman. Fuck, I’m close. So close to having her agree to a ménage, and the thought of it made me explode too.

But sure enough, even after channeling all the warmth I had left in me, I could only push out one syllable. "Za…" I prayed he had heard me—that he would come in, see me like this, and save me. But instead, I heard two people kissing from beyond the door, which instantly had me dumbfounded. Then, Moira's dissatisfied voice filled the cellar, but Zane didn't seem to care. "Mr. Wade, I know I'm not worth even a strand of your wife's hair. But for the sake of your child that I'm carrying, could you allow me to have you just one last time?"

His dead body was laid on the floor covered with a white sheet with people surrounding him and a woman over his chest as she wept like a woman who is sincerely in vain at his departure. While me. I sat out of all those people away from the body leaning back to the pillar with my legs cuddled to my chest, my hands around my legs as I looked at her with zero expression as the tear strains on my cheeks itched. I'm outcasted from his people while I'm his wife. I don't understand anything. I was married just yesterday and I became a widow today. And no one came to console me but strangely three women who are his mother, aunt, and sister were consoling that particular woman while I am staring at t

Wilder, lounging on a couch across the room, heard Yosef's call. Beer in hand, he strolled over, ignoring the foxy-eyed woman. With a casual flick of his bottle, he signaled her to make room. "Yosef, is something wrong?" "I'm getting married to Zara the day after tomorrow. I need more people there." Wilder hesitated, then casually asked, "Is there a problem, Yosef? Aren't the plans we made good enough? It's not like anyone would be bold enough to disrupt the wedding, right?"

The man uttered irritatedly and continued to drag her forcefully towards the van. "Please, let me go, please, I don't want to miss my wedding, please let me go, if you want money then..." Vivian was pleading desperately, If she was kidnapped now it would ruin her wedding, she had her heart set on getting married today and she wasn't willing to let anything get in the way. While Vivian was pleading with the man dragging her he suddenly halted his steps when she spoke of money making her also stop her words abruptly, but she immediately continued hopeful that was what they were after.

Will was upset because of a woman. ​ *Grace.*

"All of you gather at this table, wearing luxurious clothes and tearing me down as if you are the holy rulers of Neophile. When in reality, when the storm hit last night, not a single one of you dared to go down to the field to help Zean. You just sat here, hiding behind the concrete walls of this fortress, while praying that Zean wouldn't die so he could keep funneling money into your bank accounts." "Enough!" Elzio slammed the table hard, standing up from his chair with racing breath. "Who are you to dare speak like that in front of the Wilder family?!" "She is my wife," a heavy, ice-cold baritone voice suddenly resounded from the entrance of the dining hall. The figure of Zean Wilder stro