Abdl Wife Novels & Stories

She wouldn't stay locked up just because he said so. "You're my wife! And if you thought this marriage would be a fairy tale just because you decided it, you're wrong, Alice Taylor! Your nightmare begins here. You wanted me as your husband, now you have me. Let's see how you handle all of this." She called her parents to complain about her husband's behavior, considering it an abuse on his part and that she shouldn't have to endure it. However, there was no support from her parents. It wasn't as she had thought; nothing was as she expected it to be.

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

She shook her head hardly. Then continued. "You don't know. I'm Aadil Waziri’s wife." She said using a heavy tone while saying my name. And laughed openly lifting her head up. “Aadi, take bhabi back home. Her condition is getting worse now. Take care of her. Don't you dare yell at her.” Aahil and Ayan suggested me. "You want me to take her back home. What will I amswer him if anyone see her in this condition?” I was scared to face my family in this condition. How I was going to explain to them the truth.

Xander explained, "There were no previous partners. My wife has always been Abigail. Always Abigail." Susie asked, "No one else was ever your partner? What's really going on here?" Alwyn hugged his wife. "You were just saying that Xander and Abigail are a perfect match, and you hoped Xander's wife would be Abigail. Now you seem so shocked, like you can't believe it." Susie said, "It's not that I can't believe it, I'm just really surprised. I haven't figured out what's going on, and it's all a bit confusing for me."

I played my role flawlessly. But my mind circled only one thing. Selene. She stood just apart from the discussion, close enough to belong, distant enough to remain untouched by the business itself. She wasn’t trying to draw attention. That was what made it impossible not to look. Her stillness was intentional. Her composure effortless. Dangerous. Untouchable. Forbidden. I told myself I was imagining it. That this was nothing more than proximity, fatigue, a lapse in discipline. Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

Adele, The Billionaire’s Wife. She did not give up on her husband, Jamal, and they finally had their happy ending. And this bring us to the end of their love story. THE END.

Adrian said, "This is Arabella. My wife." She blinked. And then blinked again. For a moment, she didn't say anything. Just stared, like her brain needed a second to process it. I wasn't sure if it was shock or just disbelief. Maybe both. "Your wife?" She asked slowly, as if testing the word. Adrian nodded once. "Yes." Gabby looked at me fully. Her lips parted, but no words came or she decided against speaking immediately. Instead, she gave a tight, almost bewildered laugh under her breath and shook her head slightly.

"I-uhh..." To grab his attention, I squeezed his hand once which was in mine the whole time. "Mrs. Abdullah?" the man pressed, making me look back to him. "I-I haven't been well-" thankfully, Abdullah came to my rescue, finally looking away from a couple he was talking to. "No questions, please. My wife isn't feeling well and it would be appreciated if you left us alone." His tone was almost scary but I was too busy spacing out on the word 'my wife' that I didn't notice.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."