Abdl Wife Novels & Stories

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy A trace of panic flickered across Krystal’s face. She averted her gaze and held her tongue. Dale Abbot, on the other hand, approached me with two glasses of red wine in hand. He said, “Don’t get upset, sir. Since you can’t give Ms. Markham kids, she borrowed my sperm to produce heirs. No one is taking your place as her husband.” While downing the glass of wine, Dale handed me the other drink and uttered, “I’m counting on you to take good care of my children.”

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

Emily’s mouth parted slightly in surprise, unable to look away. “Who is she? And how did she get in here?” George asked, confused by the silent standoff between the two women. No one responded. The air thickened with tension as their gazes remained locked. “Baby… do you know her? What’s going on?” George asked again, growing more bewildered with each passing second. After several long, silent minutes, Emily finally cleared her throat and spoke. “She is Luna Ward—your new wife”

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

“Sup, Nikoli. This is my wife, Livie. Join us for a bite?” Nikoli shakes his head. “Wife? That’s a damn shame. How did an asshole such as yourself manage to strike it rich?” Abel distracted me for a moment with his lewd remark. It finally sinks in that Abel labeled me as his wife. Again. Damn I’m slow today. I shoot death glares at him. The bastard has the balls to wink at me. “Guess I’m lucky that way. See you around?” Abel answers as he sets a plate of food in front of me.

On the bed—her bed—sat Sophia Bennett. Her best friend. Sophia leaned comfortably against the pillows, wrapped lazily in silk sheets Elena had personally chosen when she and Adrian moved into the mansion after their wedding. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders, and the faint smile on her lips made Elena’s stomach twist painfully. Standing beside the bed was Adrian Kingsley. Her husband. His white shirt was already buttoned, his expression calm and unreadable. He looked more like a CEO handling an inconvenience than a man caught betraying his wife.

Eric smirked, “He is as famous for his business skills as he is for his personal life. I have heard a lot about him, but I didn't know that you were his ex-wife. It confirmed today.” He extinguished his cigarette and asked, “Yohan Dixon’s mistress, ex-wife... And who knows what names people call you! But still you live with him. I don't understand why you like being disgraced! Or... you never loved your husband. His name was Kevin! Right?” Sara nodded, “Yes. Kevin Johnson.” “Do you ever miss him or not?”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.