You Once Called Me Wife Iandra Taylor Novels & Stories

I'm your Maid, it's not the other way around. "You're also my friend and it's not such a bad thing to help you out if you're helping me, as a friend." She opened her mouth to say something but my phone chimed which automatically distracted her. I grouchily took the phone from the bed to read whatever message just popped in. I was expecting a message from Alvin but it instead is a message from an unknown ID and it read: *** Hey, hey, hey, new 'wife'. That title of being a wife might not last for as long as you think because I'm on a mission to eliminate your husband. If you love him and care about his life, you should return home because I'm

Possessing. “You changed,” he continued in that same soft, almost loving voice. “One day, you were my sweet, quiet girl who signed whatever I asked. The next time you were wearing new clothes, refusing my calls, letting my brother put his hands on you.” He stopped behind me and leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Did you really think I would stay in jail and let you both have babies? get married? Did you think I’d just let you go?” My scar burned on my neck, cold and sharp, but I kept my voice steady. “You tried to have me killed, Adrian. My uncles—”

amazing people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting in my life. I’m sorry about the way I ended things maybe I could have done things better. A part of me would always care for you.” Natasha stepped a step closer finally meeting his eyes. Then silence again. It was comfortable like a silence between two long-time friends. A slight cough brought them apart and their heads around. Rachel had heard everything. So this was the Natasha. She looked like she belonged to a magazine cover. She was tall with the most alluring brown eyes. Her wavy blonde hair rested beautifully on her shoulders. She was perfect. Natasha held out a hand to her. “Oh hi, I didn’t know you were here. I’m Natasha.” “Hey I

The second he saw it was me, he angled the screen away so Tessa wouldn’t see the caller ID. “Who is it?” she asked. “Oh, my friend’s wife. She probably couldn’t get ahold of him, so she called me instead.” He answered the phone. “Hello? Is everything okay? “Hello? Are you there?”

Knowing the kind of nosy person she is, I already know that she wasn't going to rest until she got every detail about what Adrian and I talked about. "Come on, Amelia, what's with the suspense? Tell me what you guys talked about already," she said to me with an impatient tone, and with that I sighed heavily. "Mrs Nosy, we didn't talk about anything important; he told me about how he still considers me as a wife and bla-bla-bla," I said to Tessa, who widened her eyes in surprise. "He told you that he still considers you as his wife?" Tessa asked me with her two eyes opened widely like someone who just heard something shocking.

Birthdays, arguments, and the sound of her mother singing softly while cooking dinner late at night. The memories followed her all the way to the front door. Eventually, Selena pushed it open and stepped inside. Voices drifted faintly from the living room. Then she saw them. Sophia lounged comfortably across the sofa wearing silk loungewear with designer heels dangling carelessly from one foot. Beside her sat her husband, Ethan Carter, one arm stretched lazily along the back of the couch while the other scrolled through messages on his phone. The sight twisted something sharp inside Selena’s chest.

Charles introduced. Taylor turned in Adrian and Riley’s direction. His jaw dropped when his gaze landed on Adrian’s wife! “Ah—um.” Taylor sucked in a deep breath, seemingly speechless. “Wow! Mrs. King, you are so—so—” Adrian’s eyes darkened. He wondered, ‘Is this punk drooling over my wife?!’ “Shit, I’m sorry!” Taylor stammered, sweating. “Mrs. King, you’re just—so beautiful!” Adrian stepped forward, blocking Taylor’s view of his wife. He reacted, “She’s already married. To me.”

asked Ira in her honey coated tone. “I am good. Do you want something?” asked Ben, his voice sounded very exhausted. “Nope, why are you sounding so dull? Is everything okay?” She enquired in a fake worried tone and rolled her eyes. “Yeah. It’s nothing. What is it? Tell me why did you call me at this time?” asked Ben in a low tone. “Well, I was wondering about something. Do you know anything about Isabella Evandor Adino? She is Evandor’s dead wife!” Ira came straight to the point.

“Always. You’re not alone in this. Remember that, okay? You have people who love you.” Sophia closed the door after Maya left and leaned against it for a long moment. The apartment felt quieter now. Emptier. But also a little lighter. She walked back to the couch and picked up her phone again. Adrian’s statement was still open on the screen. The screen had gone dark, so she tapped it. “I failed my wife. I failed her for five years…” She read it again. Slowly. Carefully. Word by word.

"Ethan, you keep insisting the guy outside is Victoria's father. But she just talked to him this morning. So why don't we make her call him right now? Got the guts?" "Victoria, call him! Shut this lunatic up once and for all!" Victoria pulled her phone out of her clutch and hit dial, glaring at me the whole time. "Ethan, the second this call goes through, you're getting on your knees and apologizing to Jason. Then you're walking out of my company and never coming back." She switched to speaker so everyone could hear. Ring... ring... ring... It rang on and on. Nobody picked up. "Victoria, he might still be on the plane. Phone might be off—"