Una Esposa Comprada 소설 & 이야기

he drew in a sharp breath as he sat on his rolling chair and started tapping the pen on the table. The movement calmed his mind a little, "You will be my wife and once you are under my rule, once you have my surname with you, you will surrender to me like a slave to it's master. You will be welcomed into hell, the hell I will design just. For. You. Mrs. Knight!" He pulled out his phone and ordered his whore to come and release his frustration. It didn't take her much time, the girl was just a phone call away. Liam's eyes travelled through her silky body, she was wearing a pink babydoll.

“If I tell you, I know you won’t believe me. Any way that is a story for another day. I had to find a wife or else my mother would have skinned me alive. What I like about her is that she is the perfect example of a good and submissive wife. Besides she wants something that I can comfortably offer, so I decided that I will provide her desires in exchange of her becoming my wife. How does that sound? “When I first suggested for you to buy yourself a wife, you refused by telling me that I was despicable and that you were incapable of doing that kind of stuff. You are full of surprises man. How much was her price”

An angel who just consented to my grandfather's and your parents' wishes? I couldn't believe what I heard. "M-Mateo..." "If you're not a wench, then why did you agree to become my wife in an exchange of a large amount that my grandfather offered to your family, huh?" "You're unbelievable for saying that to my face, Mateo. You're so ruthless!" Mateo's jaw clenched and dragged me towards the bed. He then pushed me, which made me lie down on top. "Whatever you say, my wife, but the truth remains the truth. You are paid to become my wife. My grandfather bought you to become my wife, that's the truth of all truth. And for you to lighten up that's already made you a wench."

"I won't have to be committed to you. If I wanna be with any woman, accept it that way. Cause, you'll be like a mistress to me. I won't treat you like a slave, but, if I don't give you the respect you deserve, don't question my attitude. Cause, I might just see you like my worker. " She was silent. She gulped, and nodded. "Agreed." I smirked wider, raised my hand, and caressed the skin of her cheek with my thumb finger. "This is interesting indeed," I remarked. "You wanna step into a dangerous matrimony? Nice. In that case, you'll be a purchased wife. I'll bless you with money, and you'll be my—" "I get it," she cut me off. A weak smile plastered on her lips, and she nodded. "The point is to

‘You’re the one that proposed to me. Looking at the marriage certificate in her hands, Cecelia was dumbfounded as she blinked her eyes. ‘I’m going to get married already? ‘Just because I was betrayed by my ex-boyfriend of three years, I ended up randomly pulling a stranger from the streets. And now I’m going to get married?’ When the marriage certificate was snatched from her hands by one that was larger, she was brought back to the present and realized that it was truly happening. She had spent 9 bucks, and she was going to become a married woman.

And I pointed to the papers that were scattered on the floor. He bowed his head and played with his fingers. “I offered you to him and he said he loves to have you. I asked him to have a deal with me. I told him if I let him marry you he would forget my debts and pay me 50 million and he agreed.” I clasped my mouth because of what I heard. He f*cking sold me? He f*cking used me as a payment. “The marriage contract it’s… It’s legal. I… I-”

The villas and the resort itself. “Mommy! My prince charming is living in that resort!” I turned to the source of the voice. The mother and daughter approached the screen I was currently looking at. The last part of the advertisement shows the owner of the island resort and his achievements. I stared at it for a long time. Octavious Alejandro the fifth. My famous, attractive and rich husband. After that quick wedding, we parted ways. Years passed without seeing him, yet he didn’t forget. Every year, I received gifts on all occasions and invitations that I always decline.

I knew the poor, sickly woman who had been unfortunate to marry the sick bastard who was the former don of the Brazilian cartel. The man popularly known by all who worked with him as El Chapo was a beast. He hated women, girls, and anything without balls. He believed women were only for breeding or to give him pleasure. His wife was my best friend. The dear Isabelle, who was my favourite name for her, had embodied it so well, until the sick bastard, blinded by his lust for her, manipulated her poor, sick gardener of a father to marry her.

"Is this a Chanel dress? It seems exquisite. Her reaction nearly makes me smile. She is astute. The girl looks bashful for a moment, and then she puts her hand on Ermes's shoulder and smiles, obviously pleased to be called his wife. Ermes has been and always will be a man-whore. His spouse is at home with the children. And she is aware of her husband's whereabouts, activities, and identity, I assure you. She doesn't mind, however, as long as she has her wishlist fulfilled and receives a brand-new G Waggon on Mother's Day.

“But I was wrong.” Elena shook her head. “No…” “You once asked me to promise that I’d never choose money over you.” He forced a painful smile. “I kept that promise.” Confusion replaced her grief. “What?” “I never sold you.” The sentence echoed through the room. Elena stared at the screen, unable to move. “I know that’s what everyone will make you believe.” He leaned closer to the camera. “But listen to me carefully.” His voice became firmer. “I signed away my marriage.”