Wife Strips For Me

Please... don't do this." Only he could hear me. but he ignored my plea . i know he can hear but he didn't listen. god please stop this I don't want to be with him please god but seems like god also couldn't hear me or he doesn't want to hear me . The priest's voice echoed through the quiet hall, solemn and commanding "Do you take Mr. Advika Rathod to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish her for as long as you both shall live?" "Yes, I do." The priest then turned to me. . "Do you take Aviraj Ranawat to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and cherish him for as long as you both shall live?" I opened my mouth to deny, to scream, but his cold, piercing stare froze me in place. My heart thudded violently in my chest, and my voice came out as a broken whisper: "Ye... yes... I... do..." The priest pronounced, "You are husband and wife. You may now kiss." --------------------- Author's Note This book is a work created entirely by me. Every character, scene, emotion, and storyline comes from my own imagination and effort. Please do not copy, reproduce, or claim any part of this work as your own. Respect the time, creativity, and dedication that went into building this story. Content & Age Warning (18+) This book is strictly intended for mature readers aged 18 and above. It contains intense themes, emotionally heavy situations, dark elements, and mature relationship dynamics that may not be suitable for younger audiences. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are sensitive to possessive behavior, morally grey characters, psychological tension, violence, or mature romantic situations, please proceed with caution. you acknowledge that you understand the nature of this content and are comfortable engaging with mature themes.

At the engagement party, the champagne tower is only half-built when Marcus Harrison answers a phone call. He glances at me and says, "I have to go. Lily collapsed at the airport." I say, "If you leave, we're done." He leaves anyway, in front of 200 guests. He carries Lily Bardot in his arms, wearing the coat I gave him, as he drives away in my car. The next day, he sends me an email that reads, "Lily will be moving into my apartment. She needs me, and I hope you can understand. Once Lily gets better, we'll get married. Please trust me." I stare at the screen and suddenly laugh. So what he wants isn't someone who loves him. It's someone who needs him. And I'm too independent, so I don't make the cut. That evening, I scroll through my contacts and find a number I've never given a second glance to. It belongs to someone who's been waiting for me for 23 years. I dial it. "Tomorrow night, 7:00 pm. Meet me at the restaurant by the sea."

After an abrupt stampede, Freya was hastily taken to the hospital, yet her mate Kingsley found solace in another woman. For three long years, Freya harbored the hope that her love would thaw Kingsley's icy heart, but alas, her yearning proved to be nothing more than a jest. She observed Kingsley showering the other woman with affection, and now, weary of unrequited devotion, she resolved to depart, vowing to reject him. However, the aloof Kingsley underwent an astonishing transformation, assuming a new persona as he fervently pursued Freya.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I discovered I was two months pregnant. I wanted to surprise Owen Reed with the news. However, on my way home with the gift-wrapped ultrasound report, I got caught in a street shootout. A stray bullet tore into my abdomen. Right as I collapsed on the pavement, writhing in pain, Owen appeared out of nowhere. He had told me he was away on business and would not be home until evening, but here he was, frantically shoving through the crowd. He ran right past me and toward a woman up ahead. "I'm sorry I'm late. Don't worry, nothing's going to happen to you." His voice was soft, gentler than I had ever heard it. He swept her up in his arms and disappeared down the street, surrounded by bodyguards. He never saw me. I was barely three feet away, bleeding out on the ground. When I woke up in the hospital, my baby was gone. That was when I knew I was done with this marriage.

Inalok ng kasal ni Glazer si Maureen hindi bilang asawa kundi bilang slave ninto upang maging kabayaran sa tulong na ibibigay niya sa ama ninto,ngunit ang kasal ay paraan lamang ni Glazer upang makaganti sa ama ni Maureen,nais niyang si Maureen ang magbayad ng lahat ng kasalanan ng ama ninto sa kanya,kaya't gagawin niyang lahat upang maiparamdam kay Maureen ang ganti ng pagkapoot niya,pahihirapan niya ito, hangga't maramdaman ninto ang sakit at pagdurusa na naranasan din niya ng dahil sa ama ninto. Ngunit lumipas ang panahon na nasasaktan na rin siya sa ginagawa niya kay Maureen at may parte sa puso niya na sumisigaw na mahal na rin niya ito at handa na siyang iparamdam dito ang kanyang pagmamahal ngunit sa paanong paraan dahil sa panahong iyon ay puno na ng pagkapoot ang puso ni Maureen para sa kanya at handa na siya nintong talikuran.

I wanted him. I needed him. I adored him. I loved him. But. He never wanted me. He never needed me. He never adored me. and the most heartbreaking part is, he never loved me. Sa puso ni Yanah ay walang ibang laman kundi si Ashton lamang. Ginawa na rin niya ang lahat para mapaamo niya ang kanyang asawa. Ngunit kahit gaano pa sya kabuti rito ay hindi pa rin nito kayang ibigay ang puso sa kanya. Ngunit paano kung ang madilim na nakaraan ng dalaga ay pilit na bumabalik sa kanya? At paano kung ang lalaking kanyang tinatangi ay may iba ding iniibig? A/N: This is my first time writing a story, so if there are grammatical errors and chapters that are slightly childish, ay pagpasensyahan niyo na po . This is an original story written by me, enjoy ️

My family owned Belgard Estate, a historic wine property that had recently gone viral after serving as the backdrop for a series of advertisements and product livestreams. On one occasion, my butler and I could not even enter the grounds. Influencers crowded the entrance, phones raised, security overwhelmed. My fiancée apologized. "The mayor wanted to borrow the estate, dear. I couldn't tell him no," she said. "Just bear with it for a while, okay? Once the trend dies down, I'll have them all cleared out. Trust me." I trusted her. I never raised the issue again. Some time later, my grandfather prepared to celebrate his 90th birthday. I returned to the estate to retrieve our finest vintage for the occasion, only to find myself nearly crushed by a shrieking crowd packed outside the gates. I slipped away and made my way to the back entrance after someone in the crowd called me a "free-riding bum." Bewildered, I was ready to present proof of ownership when a woman shouted over the noise, "Didn't you hear? Miss LePenn has already announced that Belgard Estate has been given to Jacques Martin! I don't care how big a fan you are of him. You still have to buy a ticket to see him like the rest of us!" I stood there, stunned. Jacques? The first man I had ever allowed to use this estate for a product livestream? It belonged to him now? And since when had Sylvia become the mistress of this place? Since when did she even have a boyfriend? Enough was enough. It was time to bring these people's business with Belgard Estate to an end.

Ashin Johnstone has never loved someone as much as she loved her husband, Kristoff Washington. She had spent most of her life crushing hard on him and was really elated that she finally married him in a pragmatic marriage. But she knew that he doesn't love her, not the way she wanted him to. She knew that he will never love her like a woman. He will never want her like the way she desires him. As painful as it is, she has learned to understand him and his feelings for her. She was trying to be contented with her life with him. She was trying to be contented with her relationship with him. After all, she is the legal wife. Everyone who would want him would go through her first because she's recognized one. She's the lawful wife.

‘She forgot but she was never forgiven’ Lucille was a hostile wife to the submissive and one of the most prominent CEO of the country, Primo Villazar. After her father's death, she left him for an unknown reason. Yet, their story was still far from end as destiny cast them it's spell after two years. Lucille was found with no memories after encountering an accident and bearing a child that only God knows who's the father. Primo was furious. He wanted revenge and her condition was the perfect opportunity. He took her back and made her the person she isn't, fed her lies and planning to leave her wreck in the end just like what she did before. But could he really do it? Now that the girl he's with doesn't seem the same girl who broke him. And especially if he knows he was falling again. Where could his revenge took him in the end? And what could be the real reason of her disappearance?

"Why are you doing this to me? I'm not a baby making machine!" Tears ran down her cheeks. "This is the only way we can procreate a baby. I will not intimate with you after what you did to me. Never!" Brandon looked at the doctor, and with a sign he gave him permission to tie her to the bed. "You'll pay for this, Brandon." "That's how I ruin my dear wife."