Wife Seduced By Black Novels & Stories

If you might know she is trying to steal my husband from me. 'You are lying.' 'Erm, why would I?' "Because i was told you would say just that, you and i know the truth that you are the one who took her man from her. Now i am not saying that what she is doing is right but i mean how heartless could you be and you even had the audacity to get pregnant. That... is very low even from you.' 'Are you done ranting?! that good for nothing liar painting me black in her mental deranged mind1' oh hormones why am I crying!

She went out of the kitchen and saw if it was her husband. She smiled at him as soon as she saw him but her smile disappeared right away when she saw him with a woman again. She feels ashamed while looking at her posture as a mess while the woman looks so sexy, beautiful, and well-dressed. "Until when you'll be blocking our way?" the woman asked. She steps back to give them away. Her husband doesn't care about her because he's busy flirting with the woman. But for a moment the woman stopped and turned to look over at her, "Are you his maid? Can you get me some water? I feel thirsty," the woman requested in a bitchy way.

His arms around my waist tightened as I let out a startled gasp. “A predator only hunts when he’s hungry, otherwise, a predator and prey can live peacefully together.” He murmured his lips moving down to my neck placing lingering kisses. My mouth opened as I drew in a sharp breath. I was not immune to their presence, to their touches, every single brush of his fingers on my heated skin was agonisingly cold yet my body warm up unconsciously. I did not know when I started feeling this way when it shouldn’t be affecting me. I should hate them, loathe them, curse for their existence, but this insatiable femininely dark twisted part of me was uncontrollable. “We can have a happy life together, li

She didn't even let me catch my breath before she grabbed my chin again, her voice sinister and icy. "I'll ask you one last time. Where did you send Billy?" … Monica left. The moment she received the information from me, she ran out of the room. I clearly saw the look of relief and joy on her face in that moment. My wife had already lost her mind over another man. I wiped my tears and immediately called my parents, preparing to move that very night. I thought Dad would scold me, but he only comforted me. His worn, aging voice carried a sob. "You've suffered enough, Julian. I don't blame you. We'll just leave."

"If we can't ruin his business, Mark, we go after his reputation. We shift the entire war out of the corporate boardrooms and straight into the courtroom. Call your legal courier right now and fast-track emergency divorce hearing for this Friday morning." I narrow my eyes, leaning my hip against the edge of the mahogany desk as a calculated weight settles into my thoughts. "Friday is just a few days away. The court requires a severe administrative escalation to grant an emergency docket shift. On what grounds?" "Absolute infidelity and alienation of affection," Seraphina spits out, her tone dripping with pure malice. "We failed to drown his maintenance contracts, so we drown him in the press

The hallway instantly exploded into chaos. “Let go of me!” “Security!” Several nurses rushed toward us while people nearby started gathering around the hallway watching the scene unfold excitedly. Honestly, the humiliation alone burned badly enough. But hearing people whisper while staring at us like some cheap drama made it worse. “What’s happening?” “Who’s the real wife?” “I heard Vincent Hale only loves Cassia.” “Of course it’s Cassia,” another woman whispered confidently. “Didn’t you hear? He waited years for her.” “That’s so romantic.”

"I wish I could, James. I badly wish I could stop getting mad whenever I see your face. But is it easy to remove a mental picture of a man you trust on top of your own wife? Do you know how long I have tried to remove that picture from my mind? Even killing my wife didn't appease my spirit or my anger! I fucking cooked my wife and ate her flesh, James. And yet, I still wasn't appeased. I still couldn't get the thoughts of you on top of her away from my head. What did I ever do to you, James? I tried everything I could do to be a good friend. I was always there for you. I watched your back. I made sure you didn't get into trouble. I made sure I was there to protect you and instead of returnin

Wife to a billionaire who destroyed anyone who betrayed him. And she was betraying him with her very presence. "I do," she whispered. The words barely emerged, but the microphone caught them, carrying her lie to every corner of the cathedral. "And do you, Alexander Blackwell, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Alexander's response was immediate, his voice firm and clear: "I do." No hesitation. No doubt. Completely decisive. It made Elena's deception feel even more monstrous. "Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The officiant smiled. "You may kiss the bride."

She would move in with them, then slowly but surely earn their trust to figure out where they kept their cash. That whole game about needing $15,000 to ditch her abusive husband was merely a test to see how deep my pockets were. I only hesitated for a split second before I coughed up the money. They were not about to let a cash cow like me slip away. "Gavin, I'm so sorry!" Vonn sobbed as the cops slapped the cuffs on her. She was led away to the squad car. I wondered if she felt guilty when she secretly cut the ropes on my wrists with that fruit knife.

My wife? How dare he call me that? I was not his wife yet. “Your wife?” The man echoed in shock. I could not blame him. “So, what exactly do you want from my wife?” “We don’t care if she’s married or not. We’re taking her either way.” My heart pounded violently. His words shook me to my core. My fingers trembled against Mr. Blackwood’s back as the man added, “Then come and take her.” He said it calmly.