Abdl Wife Novels & Stories

he really despised this woman and did not want to bear the shame of being seen with her in public. Even though people knew that he was married, the public had never seen his wife. They had held a private wedding with family only and even during social gatherings, his escort had always been Liana who marched perfectly well with him. Many people speculated about their relationship but they had to keep it a secret for fear of his father.

Then, with icy precision, she said— "I’m Candice. Alpha Adrian’s wife." My blood ran cold. Alpha Adrian's Wife? Adrian was married?!

Abigail said softly. “What?” her mouth was hung open, she eyed Ethan nervously then relaxed a bit when he nodded. “Are you sure? I mean …” She was still confused. “I am sure. Women should be there for each other, getting each other’s back. Please go and complete your tasks.” Abigail stretched her hand to take the baby and headed towards her office. “Is she our boss’ wife?” Amanda was having difficulty accepting the fact. “She is the complete opposite of him.”

He grins then wink at me before he turns to Kyle. "No worries she is here with us... Meet my wife, Abriella Isla Ottave."

All he could do was sit on the throne, have feasts, and whore around—not a king, a nobody. Abigail. She was more than ten years younger than her husband and went out of her way to take care of herself. She had thick black hair, a rat-like face, even if a pretty one, a thin figure—but with all the necessary curves—and wore a magnificent blue dress the same color as her eyes. Inside, however, she was a venomous slut, like a parasitic ivy that attached itself to a person, draining them of their strength, and enveloping them in its deadly embrace—a sundew, a flytrap. Both stared at me with different expressions on their faces.

It was not as if Abel’s real identity was something that had to be kept hidden. “It’ll affect how she dotes on me to make me happy.” What?! The room fell quiet. The two men looked at each other for a long time, but could not wrap their heads around what Abel said even after a long time passed. There was too much shocking information jam-packed into what Abel said. Abel got along pretty well with his wife. She did not know who he was. More importantly, the woman doted on him to make him happy? And he looked forward to it?!

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.

Neola ushered Elle inside the convertible and drove off in a haste. I was about to call for Joe and ask him about this when the female news reporter speak, 'As you can see, we had just witness Mrs. Elleana Cassidy West, wife of the famous businessman and owner of Greene-West Industries, Mr. Gabriel Hugo West, shopping with her husband's sister, Neola Dana West for baby's clothes. We did not hear about Mrs. West for a while and it seems that she’s been keeping us out of the box! Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade?'

"Your wife comes from a family of thieves. Giving such a last name to someone like that will be the way to your downfall. ” “ Thank you for caring, ”Theo told her coldly. However, his indifference only upset her even more. "Women like her don't calm down until they take your soul. You will regret that you did not take me as a wife ", said Otrovnica and took a step away from him. That's why Theo had to approach her so that only she could hear his answer.

“And who is this lovely lady?” Adrian put a hand lightly on the small of my back. “This is my wife, Helena Cavendish.” I offered a nice smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” Mr. Peplau’s look stayed as he took my hand, bringing it to his lips for a short, thoughtful kiss. “You have a stunning wife, Cavendish,” he stated, his eyes holding mine a second too long. I felt Adrian’s fingers tighten around my waist, his grip just a little harder than before. Clearly, Mr. Peplau was getting a rise out of him.