Wife Is Spoiled Novels & Stories

“Well, I don’t recall. But that’s going to be a difficult promise to keep because I don’t know how else to express my love.” “Caring for me? Being nice?” “That’s not enough. I am going to spoil you at every given opportunity.” “You are so impossible, Shawn. I’m literally the prodigal wife here, but I am the most pampered in this household right now.” I chuckled, “prodigal what?” My wife shrugged. “I ran away; you all found me. And instead of being mad at me, I think I’m loved even more.” “It’s so beautiful to see, honestly. But I wasn’t expecting anything more tonight!”

she said. Well I had an in house chef to cook me gourmet meals for us everyday. The man was a genius but my wife wouldn't let me keep him after we got married, she told me that she was going to make sure that she cooked my meals for me. I guess that it is a good thing that I have already sorted that out, seeing that she is already tired. " Dinner can wait, I ran you a bath. " I said to her. " Oh baby that is so sweet, you spoil me too much. " She said to me.

All he wanted was to treat her well and present all the best things in the world to her. Myra’s heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly recalled a saying. “A woman needs a man who spoils her like her father would.” Regardless that she didn’t have a father to spoil herself, she had a good husband who would spoil her rotten. In fact, she had already regarded him as her husband in her heart for a long time, but she still felt uneasy when the wedding was drawing near. After all, the last wedding left a very bad memory in her mind, or maybe it was something from the depths of her memory which caused her to overthink.

“Fine. You won’t cook and I won’t cook.” She shook her head in disapproval. “No, you’ll cook like you used to sometimes and I won’t cook.” “You’re the wife.” “You’re the husband. We would continue the way we used to and pretend I’m just a spoiled princess who can’t even boil water, that way…”

The small smile on his lips convinced Corazon that his wife was not what the media called her. Not a slut, not a gold-digger, not a snob nor a brat. If she was, her boss would certainly not act like this. He had zero patience for spoiled people. If he was acting like this, that meant the missus was someone that he sincerely appreciated. She was someone who was caring and kind and warm. Someone who can make a man of few words spit sentences after sentences, someone who can make a stern man smile and laugh. Someone he cared about.

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

I quickly turned my head to the side, pretending as if nothing had happened. Instead of reacting in anger, Celeste actually flashed me a smile. She faced me squarely and lifted a leg. Then, she positioned the showerhead beneath her to rinse herself, giving me an unobstructed view of her most intimate parts. My jaw dropped. Was this how liberal she was, not seeing me as an outsider at all? When did my wife become best friends with her? I was in such luck! I watched Celeste, a smirk also playing on my face. At this moment, my wife had her full attention on her phone, completely oblivious to what just happened.

That night, Snow and I ended things on bad terms. She went to the guest room and slept there. When I woke up the next morning, she was already gone. The house was a mess. Her clothes, shoes, and leftover food were scattered everywhere. If I did not clean up, it would stay like that forever. It felt absurd. We had dated for three years and had been married for five. I had treated Snow like a princess. She said she could not cook and that laundry detergent would hurt her hands, so I handled every chore myself.

“Yes, I just finished eating. You’re so attentive to me, Milo!” There was a slight change in Miles’s expression. I could tell he was surprised that I had used his nickname. After all, I had never liked displaying our affection in public before. He glanced at Gisele, and then he started walking with me. Judging by the look he gave her, he was probably signaling her not to follow us. Still holding hands, Miles spoke. “It’s unusual for my wife to want to show off our affection like this.” He glanced at me. “Or... are you jealous?”

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th