Wife Hotel Stranger Novels & Stories

"Are you sure you want to stay here? You don't like hot places, do you?" "Now wherever you are, it's the best place for me." Hayle heard that and smiled sweetly at her husband who was holding her son. "Are you getting good at sweet talk, Mr. Muireach?" Jaxter shook his head softly. "Just telling the truth." "Yes, yes, I know. You're very stiff Mr. Husband." Hayle pinched the nose of her husband who remained unaffected by her. A moment after that the car that drove them pulled into the most luxurious villa on the island. When they reached the lobby, the door opened and two servants greeted Hayle and Jaxter who were quite happy with the friendly smiles of the two male servants.

I asked and inwardly I am getting impatient to listen his name. But my wife is number one in stubbornness. "No, I won't be telling his name," she said stubbornly. I knew it. She will not so easily reveal his name. "Ok then....... Bye," I said and rushed to the washroom. After having a bath, I got ready and came into the bedroom. I saw that she was not here anywhere. She will be downstairs so I went there but she was not there also. I asked the maid whereabouts of my wife. She told me that she is in Shreya's room. My best friends dropped my sister's here. I went there to see that she was sleeping with Riya, Divya and Shreya.

"Only Jack Weston has a caretaker. To any other persona you are an assistant, alright?" I gave a brief nod as I walked to the stranger at the door. I gave a small curtsey and extended my hand. "A pleasure, Sir,” I said, smiling. “I'm Anna Walton and I'll be your new assistant." He took my hand and squeezed it gently. "I'm Arthur Weston, and the pleasure is truly mine. Thomas!" He said looking past me. "Where did you find such a lovely girl? She's perfect! I need to set up my equipment immediately."

She felt a pang of jealousy for her sister, her sister’s presence seems to be everywhere. She rummaged and found so many night wears she liked. She wore one, took her drugs, eat the dinner; the maid brought to her room and hit the bed. The moment she lay down, she remembered her predicament; she was not only married to a stranger, she was also pregnant for a total stranger. Her husband; no! not her husband, but her sister’s would be husband or Mr. Bon-Hwa or whatever they call him, she hates to think of him as her husband.

Almost instinctively, I pulled out my phone and checked my browsing history for the video from last night. In it, the side profiles of the two elderly people were identical to the faces of my in-laws standing before me now. If the clip hadn't flashed by so quickly, I would have recognized them right away. And in other videos—those fleeting, fragmented moments—my wife, Cynthia Muller, appeared again and again, holding a child in her arms. The little boy called her "Mom" with intimate affection. Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her.

She strode towards the door and clicked it open. "You spineless wolf!" A voice thundered as soon as 'the stranger' stepped out. I swiftly moved to the door and I saw a maid, one I had never seen before. She had her hands on her waist, her breath ragged. Her eyes lingered on mine for some seconds before looking back at "the stranger." "Who took the last meal from the kitchen?" she shot, fury in her eyes as they squinted in anger. "I didn't," the stranger said, calmly.

There was so much more to take care of here than in my old pack. I threw myself into learning everything I could. I wanted to make Mom and Dad proud. One day, while making my usual rounds near the hunting grounds, a strikingly handsome face caught my eye. He lingered at the edge as if he were looking for something. "I'm Amy Geller of the Bloodmoon Pack. Do you need help?" I called out. The man smiled, warm as sunlight. "Hello, Amy. I'm Quincy Fairchild, Alpha of the Stormcrest Pack."

' " I've never had one in my life , ' she replied breathlessly as she sank down on a comfortable couch . Then it is high time you started . He made a sign to the waiter and ordered two White Ladies . ' A most innocuous drink I assure you , he told her . He was eyeing her critically . She had certainly interpreted literally his sug gestion that she should do the thing in style when she went shopping . Her clothes were really too much for such a simple occasion as lunch with one's solicitor ; she might have been going to a garden party at Buckingham Palace . She would have a lot to learn and he didn't quite know who was going to teach her . He felt sure that there were a number of things about

I heard the resounding simultaneous gasp of the people here. "Isn't that Liam's wife?" "I thought she ran away and walked away?" "It's Ms. Gold Digger. "Why is his wife back?" "She might ran out of mthink she came back to get some more." "I really didn't thought she was his wife, wasn't she the stunning woman before?" People whisper that I can hear. I turned to Liam and spotted his astonished expression. I approached him and softly touched his chin with my hand before bringing my face close to his and gently closing my eyes as our lips brushed against each other and embracing him.

he asked quietly, but I could feel the force in his words. "What did I do?" I inquired, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Get changed, Jenna." he ordered, his voice still low. "Make me." I replied, smiling at him as I inched away to look him in the eyes. "Ah, and who is this young beautiful woman?" a man intercepted, taking my hand and placing a kiss on it before Keith could say anything. The stranger leaned towards my ear, quickly whispering, "you look sexy tonight." Keith pushed the man away, snatching my hand away from the stranger's grasp, "She is my wife." he answered, a powerful glare on his face that sent shivers down my spine.