Novel & Cerita Wife Hotel Stranger

9 HOURS LATER After landing in Kuwait, we headed to the Sheraton Hotel, located in the center of Kuwait. This is where I always stay whenever I visit. I needed to arrange my meeting with Kate as soon as possible. I needed to convince her so I could secure my property in LA and also to put an end to my mom’s nagging about me getting married. After all, they only want a grandchild. With Kate, I could do whatever I wanted, even if we were married. I could move around freely and go out. All I needed to do was to continue presenting myself as her husband in front of my mom, since we were legally married anyway.

Hence, he went all out by choosing a pretty upscale hotel. When I thought about the incident that had happened earlier that day, I could not help but feel a little guilty when I looked at Samuel. Despite all this, he leaned close to me and continued to persuade me to spend a night in the hotel with him. I found his attempts to persuade me hard to deal with, so I made an excuse to use the restroom. While I was washing my hands at the sink, someone abruptly grabbed me from behind. I instinctively wanted to scream. However, the next moment, he covered my mouth.

He turned his back on me without a word and walked toward the stranger's car, climbing into the passenger seat and slamming the door. I froze, completely baffled. "What?" "Your husband is really a rude one," the stranger said, watching Navid through the windshield. He looked back at me, a playful glint in his eyes. "Why did you even marry that asshole?" I didn't know how to answer. I was still trying to process Navid's coldness, as well as the stranger's strangeness. Seeing my confusion, the stranger laughed, his face softening. He leaned down again, bringing our faces close.

He finally switches it on but didn’t talk. “Jack Warren…” questions the stranger. He didn’t answer just sits there listening and waiting. “Okay, you want to play the game like that,” Jack slowly looked around in the coffeeshop but don’t see anyone watching him. It was clear though that the man can see his behavior. “I have information you would like to hear.” The man said rather smugly. He still said nothing. “Aren’t you curious to know how your mother and wife are connected? They are very cosy with each other.”

I joked. Stephan exhaled. “He looks nicer than me. More innocent.” “Nah, you got the same eyes.” I said seriously. “But take it with a grain of salt, I am just a stranger after all.” “Yeah, and you've figured me out much faster than anyone else.” He chucked again. “Even Whitney?” Stephan didn't answer, but turned to me. We stared at each other, both trying to figure out what this energy between us was. Or maybe it was just me–after all he had traveled all this way just to break up Whitney’s wedding.

His words echo through the room, leaving me stunned. 'Wife'? Byun Baekhoon, the enigmatic figure, claims me as his spouse? The surreal moment suspends reality, leaving me questioning sanity. Is this a dream? The stranger's words tumbled out in urgent desperation, "Of course! Your wife stole my wallet while I was shopping! Multiple witnesses saw her hiding it in her jacket! You must compensate me! This is theft! I'll drop the charges only if you pay me!"

he growled, his eyes glinting with a warning. The man nodded hastily , his eyes wide with fear as he turned back into the hotel. As the stranger turned to leave the hotel, he suddenly saw a figure who blocked the exit doors making it impossible to leave. He looked at the figure and an imagery of familiarity glanced at him. "Sophia Halls," the stranger muttered, his eyes narrowing as he took in her stunning features. Her porcelain skin was flawless, her red lips curled into a sly smile. "Leaving so soon, Williams?" she purred, her voice husky and seductive. "The night is still young, and the party has just begun."

someone responded. “When she is back she should assign Maria to a room, now get back to work.” With that, he turned and left. A blonde girl walked up to me. “Hi, I'm Sarah, I'm a housekeeper and we will be working on the same shift.” “Nice to meet you Sarah, I'm Maria.” “So are you married?” She asked. I raised my eyebrows. “No, I'm not.” “Well that's good, so am I,” she giggled.

“You barged into my home and I haven’t even scolded you yet, and now you’re turning things around on me?! Who are you exactly?!” “Hmph!” The stranger scoffed, ignoring him, craning their neck and peeking into the courtyard. “I’m here to find my wife! Where are you hiding her?!” “Your wife?!” Mr. Kim was about to lose it. “Everyone in the Kim residence is either family or male staff. Where on earth would your wife be?! If you want to go crazy, do it somewhere else! Don’t come here looking for trouble. Or I won’t be so polite!”

"I don't want anything from that room. Nothing." "Are you sure? Your belongings..." "Burn them. I don't care." I take the key card she slides across the counter. Our fingers brush, and I see pity flash across her face. I hate it. I hate that my humiliation is obvious, and that strangers can see the pathetic woman who got cheated on during her anniversary vacation. So sad! "Is there anything else we can do for you tonight?" "Make sure Bryan Hale doesn't know my room number." Her eyes widened slightly. She knows who he is then. Probably helped check us in, probably thought we were the perfect couple with our perfect suite and our perfect expensive romance package.