Novel & Cerita Wife With Stranger

The two of them stumbled hard against the side of the sedan. The stranger fought back with surprising strength, twisting violently to break free. Michael tightened his grip. "Who are you?" No answe. Only hurried breathing.The stranger shoved him with both hands. Michael slammed into the side mirror. Pain shot through his shoulder, but he reached again, catching the stranger's hand for a split second. Something metallic scraped against his palm. The stranger jerked away.The car door slammed shut. The engine roared. Gravel sprayed beneath the tires as the sedan shot through the open gate and disappeared down the empty road.

“Who is she?” For a second, something flickered across his face. Guilt maybe, or even fear, then it disappeared completely. “She’s a friend’s wife,” the lie slid past his mouth smoothly and I almost laughed from disbelief alone. “A friend’s wife?” I repeated, not wanting to believe my ears. “There’s been some trouble in their marriage,” he continued casually while stepping further inside. “She needs somewhere to stay until the divorce is settled.” I looked at Diane and she didn’t look embarrassed, or uncomfortable. If anything, she looked amused, like she was watching a performance.

"I see you're still blaming me." Rowan's fists clenched. "My wife is dead because of you." The clearing became silent. No one interrupted. No one moved. The accusation deserved space. The stranger's expression remained unchanged. "Your wife died because she refused to stop digging." The words landed like a slap. Damon immediately started forward. Jax caught his arm before he could reach the man. The younger wolf's eyes burned with fury. Scarlett understood exactly how he felt. Because she felt it too. The stranger glanced toward Damon. Then something unexpected happened.

“He even asked to come with me to see you, just in case you might help him find his wife. I told him you don't need any disturbance right now, so he walked away sadly.” I nodded in understanding. This stranger must be desperately looking for his wife. “I feel terrible for him,” Nikita blurted out. “He's too cute to be left behind.” I paused my lips, “Did he tell you what happened to his wife?” Nikita shook her head in refusal, “He said she's missing; she probably ran away.” “Or she was kidnapped,” I snapped, blinking innocently. She rolled her eyes, “Whatever, let everyone stick to their own problem, I'll stick to mine.”

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

“Are you there?” “This isn’t Jake,” I say. My voice sounds fragile, small. “This is his wife.” The stranger is silent. I listen for any indication that she’s hung up, and just when I think she won’t answer at all, she gasps, “Oh my God, I swear I didn’t know he was married!” I’m not sure that I believe her, but it’s not like it even matters. “Who are you?” I demand. I want a name, something concrete I can throw back in Jake’s face later.

The stranger blinked, confused as hell for a second. Isaac froze like someone punched him. His face emptied then filled with rage all at once. The man caught on quick. He lifted his chin, straightening. “That is right. I am her husband.” He wrapped an arm around Isabel’s waist gently. “And I am telling you to back off.” Isaac stared at the man’s hand on her hip. Pure fury. “You have got to be joking.” “She said it already,” the stranger said. “So I am saying it again, touch my wife again and I will put you in cuffs myself.”

He shouldn’t be making her laugh so hard, Rowan insists he is harmless, but even if he’s gay, I don’t want her near him. Someone joins us, I don’t need to look to know who it is, her perfume gives her away. She sits right on the armrest, her hand brushing over my mine. “Hey,” she says. I shift, moving from her touch and focusing on my mate with the stranger. I don't see what could be so funny that she can barely sit still. “Hi.” Rowan retorts, but I don’t, the last thing on my mind is being friendly. Clearly, my wife is being friendly enough for both of us.

“I heard your little conversation. I didn't mean to, I mean I was here first but I did hear it. And I know that you hate Xaden.” “Last chance before I leave your deadbody for that fucker to find…” the stranger hissed at me, taking on angered step forward. I moved back immediately, sucking in a breath. “I'm his ex wife…” I blurted out. His expression morphed into shock for a brief second. “Look, you and I seem to have a common goal here. Xaden and I were married before he found her. I want my husband and it seems you want her too…” I hinted the last bit with a smile and I watched the man relax, his stance returning back to normal.

"This new place called as home is now my new residency." Farha was resisting as she didn't know what to do in Kundra mansion when the one who married there was Dia. And most importantly after knowing Sammy will be there she was stubborn to say no to her. But at last she had to agree as Ira and Shalini also joined Dia. She looked helplessly at Avni but she shrugged and smiled. Seeing her resisting Shalini said she is like a daughter to her and she will be very happy, making Farha drop her weapons.