Wife Hotel Stranger Novels & Stories

Jennifer was speechless. The air hung heavy for a few seconds. Then, she erupted into a grating laugh, her body quivering with mockery. "The show's top sponsor? Everyone knows the Shaw Group runs the show. "In the end, it all boils down to ambition, doesn't it? What's the matter? Done with playing the devoted lover? Now, you're just a kept man, huh? "Cedric, you're shameless! Claiming I'm your wife when I've never agreed to such a thing?"

Didn't know I was going to explain to her. "Ava, did you hear me?" she said when she realized that I was lost. "Oh yeah, I heard all you said," I replied with a smile. She was like the only family I had. I needed to let her know what was going on. "I am getting married soon to a stranger," I said in a cold and calm voice "What? Why are your parents so heartless?" she said angrily, knowing fully well that my parents were the ones who arranged the marriage. Just then, Clara Wilson walked in. "Oh! You are here telling people about your useless life."

She finally arrived at the clubhouse and her room was shown to her by some of Leonardo's guards. She went nervously into the room to wait for the strange owner that purchased her for the night. She had no idea of his age, appearance, status or features. She sat at the edge of the bed, keeping a close watch at the door and scanning the room. The room was small and comfy with a large four poster bed which had white bed sheets and pillows. A large mirror stood on top of a nightstand with a lamp beside it. The tiled floor sent coldness to her feet and there were rose petals scattered at every angle.

She might not meet up with him. As I ate, Winona lovingly served me food, even instructing me to bring the seafood stew she made for me to work. As I watched the steam waft up from the stew, I thought I had been too harsh last night. How could I have thought my wife would cheat on me? Still, the doubt lingered. In the back of my mind, something told me that I should check if Winona would meet up with that man. Thus, I lay in wait in the stairwell near room 8102.

the man replied evenly. The tension between them snapped tight instantly. Kieran’s jaw clenched. “That’s my wife, " he said. His tone was sharp with ownership. "Step aside.” My heart pounded harder. The word wife felt like chains tightening around me I shook my head weakly. Tears slipped down the sides of my face. “No…" I whispered. "Please…” The stranger glanced down at me briefly. Just for a second.. It was enough. He saw it. The fear. The desperation. The truth.

Eve and the man turned their heads, but the man didn't let Eve go. "Who are you? This is my quarry, dude! So, back off!" the stranger exclaimed. "You should back off! Like she said, let her go! Because she's my wife!" Allan was about to throw his punch. The stranger raised his hand, "Wow! Ok! Relax and calm down, Bro! I don't want any trouble here! You can take her! Besides, she seems too stiff for me! Not interesting!"

Ivy gave her a meek smile as she watched the stranger led her friend towards the hotel section of the building. She spotted a man seated right beside the exit door. He had a flowing dark hair and it shined in the dimmed light. His hair reminded her of star gazing with her father and she found herself smiling at her childish thought. She couldn't see more of his face as the stranger seemed focus on a newspaper. She sighed and turned her attention back to her drink. Several men approached her but she shot them deadly glares and they all walked away. She kept taking shots waiting for Emily's text message until she became tipsy and she started blanking out.