Novel & Cerita Wife Hotel Stranger

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!"

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.

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!"