Esposa の小説・ストーリー

Her eyes shone as she looked at Aléjandro. “Bienvenida a casa,” she said. “Thank you,” I replied. “Something smells divine.” Aléjandro greeted her with a hug and returned his arm to my waist. “Viviana, this is mi esposa, Mia Roríguez. Mia, Viviana, the master of everything. I swear there’s nothing this woman can’t do.” He looked out over the living room.

His cock slid deeper with the shift, drawing a broken gasp from both of them. He groaned low, forehead pressed to the nape of her neck. "Fuck," he breathed. His hand splayed over her lower belly, protective, reverent, possessive. Maria trembled, overwhelmed, her hand flying down to cover his, threading their fingers together over the soft swell of her stomach. "Mi esposa perfecta... madre de mi hijo..." (My perfect wife… mother of my child…) Maria turned blindly, seeking him, and he caught her mouth in a desperate, messy kiss, tongue sliding against hers, filthy and sweet.

The headlines shouted about our past marriage. "BREAKING NEWS: MON Chairman, Mr. Hans Kenji Alvez, WAS married to the owner of EXiellene Royale, Ms. Exelle Kim?" My body froze as I read each headline, one after another. They all revolved around our marriage. Tremors ran through my hands, and my throat felt tight, overwhelmed by a surge of anxiety. Cold sweat formed on my palms. I sat there, staring blankly at the article I had opened, unable to comprehend how and why all this had surfaced.

His eyes looked smaller while the wrinkles on his face rested nicely around his eyes and lips. "What do you mean?" "She's related to Mendozas..." He huffed. I chuckled. I saw that... Juliana Vasquez... Carlos Mendoza's wife. But what did Esperanza have to do with Mendozas? Two notification beeps of my phone reached my ears, it was Nathan. I knew I wouldn't be experiencing something pleasant, but as I read every single word in the file that Nathan shared, my body started to heat up, and the world seemed to disappear before my eyes.

The rich assent made her pin a name to it immediately. “Rafaela Santos.” She regarded the uninvited guest with a feigned boldness that amused Rafaela, who could tell from her voice alone that she was scared. “No importa cómo te dirijas a mí, pero lo cierto es que soy la esposa de Pablo. Todavía me eligió a mí antes que a tu culo de zorra. (It doesn't matter how you address me, but the fact remains that I am Pablo's wife. He still chose me over your slutty ass.”

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

She winked at him, “I’m sure I could put in a good word with the boss for you.” He laughed again, this time much more relieved. “It could be worse. At least I’m not having to figure out how three mates works.” “Oh, it’s not that easy,” Celeste shook her finger at him as she moved to the door. “Sally and Hunter are my Mates, not each other’s.” “Wait, What?” Celeste was already out the door with a chuckle. Let the gossip mill work with that for a while. ***

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He pulled away from me and whispered in my ear, "I, Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera, take you Isabelle May Forte, to be my lawfully wedded wife, and my Donna. I promise to protect you forever, to tie you up in my bed when you want me to, to make love to you every night, to spank you when you're being bad, and to love you for all of eternity. Not even after death do us part." I felt tears spring to my eyes. I whispered into his ear, "I, Isabelle May Forte, take you Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera, to be my lawfully wedded husband, and my Don. I promise to cherish you forever, to make love to you every night, to be bad sometimes just so that you can spank me, to make you the

she replies patting my hand. With a smile, I waled out and onto the balcony, the cool air welcoming me, at least outside i feel welcomed. I was away from congratulations and the hypocrisy, I couldn't believe what my life had come to, married to a man at 19 who I barely even know, well, technically I've known him all life. Elijah Camorra, his father and mine are business patners. The most ruthless duo known to anyone, always so needy of power. It was like watching two cheerleaders fight for a pom pom, other times they were like thunder and lightening.