The President Loves My Wife

it was filled with love and tradition, with the whole town coming together to witness the union of Damian and Diana. As the

ntroduce his new wife to his world-one of luxury, power, and public attention. Though he had promised Diana a more grand wedding in the city, he k

He had hired stylists, makeup artists, and even a catwalk coach, knowing that Diana would need to adapt to the fast-paced, high-society life. The simple country girl wh

orld. The streets were bustling with people, the air was filled with the sounds of honking horns, and the flashing lights of bi

r cry from the humble cottage she had grown up in, and the sight of the towering glass buildings,

ed in the latest trends, her wardrobe was updated with luxurious pieces, and she was taught the art of walking gracefully in high heels by a seasoned catwalk

es, and even HON. President of the Republic. He was determined that this event would be talked about for years to come. For him, it wasn't just about the

the stage was set for a night of celebration. Guests from every corner of society gathered, many of them in awe of Dia

desire. His friends, colleagues, and even the president couldn't stop talking about her beauty. Damian's chest puffed out with pride

d was a respected figure in the country, stood up to speak. Damian was surrounded by a cro

pped him on the back. "Congratulations, my friend," he said in a deep voice, a hint of pride in his tone.

ing with pride. "Thank you, Mr

her with an intensity that didn't go unnoticed. Damian, too caught up in the moment to pay attention to a

urprise. "Damian," he said, his voice full of warmth. "Don't worry about your honeymoon.

something unusual happened. The president turned to Diana, a quiet smile on his lips. He stepped closer to her,

ake of the president's lingering embrace. She had never been in such close proximity to someone of

n more beautiful up close. I'm sure Damian is a lucky man, but

n't believe what she was hearing. What was he saying? This was the president of the country,

't deserve a woman like you. You deserve more, Diana. You deserve s

lding her in such a way, whispering these words in her ear? She didn't know how to react. She glanced at Damia

s face as he gazed at Diana one last time. "I'll make

to shake off the unease creeping up her spine, but something inside her told her that this was

a that his new wife had just become the object of a powerful man's desire-something that would soon throw their lives into turmoi

s pride in his new wife wou