Novel & Cerita Young Wife

On her way out, she was kicking and screaming about proving me wrong. I merely shook my head with a scoff, not taking her seriously. Two years later, I found true love with a young, talented pianist from a prestigious family. With Lynne’s blessing, we had the wedding of the century. Only at that moment did I realize that, since the beginning of time, true romantics often came from those born into privilege. A real connection could only be formed once material needs were met. Meanwhile, Krystal fell into despair when her seventh attempt to kickstart her business went bust. She took her life by stepping off the ledge. -END-

Marius The coffee is too hot. I drink it anyway. It burns, but I find it almost pleasant. It's the only thing that makes me feel alive this morning. Seated at the kitchen table, I look at them without really seeing them. My mother is there, sovereign, draped in her silk robe like an empress in exile. Her face is perfectly made up, already. You'd think she slept in makeup. She hates being seen as weak. Inès, for her part, reigns on her chair like a queen of another kind: legs crossed, transparent negligee, cruel smile on her lips, and that way she has of licking her fingers while eating a strawberry, as if everything around her were sexual.

“I’m sorry. That’s a question I have to ask to someone who is as young as you are and single.” “I’m not young. Twenty-two is not being young. Five hundred years ago women got pregnant at thirteen.” “They were married by agreement between families at thirteen and got pregnant immediately to consummate their marriage and have an early progeny.” “Look. I only know about animals and books. Of history I don’t know,” she got up with the intention of leaving. “I’m not giving up my son, I’m not giving him away, I’m having him and I’m sick of people constantly asking me this, I’m an adult!”

I tell her and she nods. "God damn. I'm trying that tonight with Denver tonight. That boy better fuck my brains out tonight. I mean look at you. You can't even walk properly." She says and I laugh loudly. After we all ate, we settle in the living room to watch a movie. Parker and I are cuddled on one couch with him behind me and Nadine is on Denver's lap on the other. Nate has invited his beautiful wife to join us. I practically forced him too. They are so freaking nice and funny. Mara is Latina and has no filter, that is why I like her so much. She has a great personality and she is really beautiful ontop of that.

she taunts, relishing in her cruel words. Unbeknownst to them, Emily, a young maid working in the kitchen, overhears the exchange and feels a pang of sympathy for Nora. She listens intently, wishing she could offer her support. Seeing Nora's pain, Emily's heart aches for the young woman who just walks away, silently bearing the weight of Miranda's insults.

Instead of saying anything to them I just pretend like I didn't hear them. " She was the woman rumored to be his pregnant wife," One of the girls said. " I don't think he is, she was here with a man, I think he left while the game was still ongoing," The other girl said. " It's good then, we don't have to worry about Hardin being taken," One of them said and they all chuckled before walking off. I'm glad they have taken the idea of me being Hardin's pregnant wife or girlfriend, whatever it was they had up in their head. They can spread the message.

His eyes glowed as he stared at me. He grabbed me gently, and his Adam's apple bobbed, “Bella Anderson, please be my contract wife.”

Raina snapped, "You can't marry Elara!" I raised an eyebrow, a mocking laugh slipping from my lips. "And who exactly are you to say that?" "Your wife!" Raina shot back. "In our previous life, we were happy! We had a perfect family! Everyone envied us! We were the couple people couldn't stop talking about!" She'd finally said it out loud—the secret that she had come back in time too. I burst out laughing, as if I'd just heard the biggest joke of my life.

“I-I'm scared of dying...” Ms. Young's voice cracked upon her confession, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. The seventy-year-old matriarch of the Young Family from the real-estate business had once again visited our hotel to avail my service. It's not a secret that I'm quite a star among widowed, old maiden, and all sorts of female guests who were senior citizens. I'm in charge of them in terms of pampering, listening, and comforting.

Where were the three old women? Over Mariska and Trisha’s end, they hid behind a few places just to watch the young woman. She was short and petite, reinforcing her supposed child-like coding. It’s just that her chest was full enough to attract the eyes of many men. Mariska knew that even Yuri would be interested in those. “Oh, you’re here again, Papi!” The young woman giggled and went to stand behind Yuri. She leaned down and hugged him from behind. Yuri was only sipping on his drink while sitting on the couch with his profoundly ingrained grace.