Amateur Wife Interracial Novels & Stories

Being Mrs. Schrett was supposed to be Shirley's happily ever after. Instead, it became the place where she buried every dream she ever had. When she discovers her husband's years-long affair, Shirley refuses to let her daughters grow up in a home built on deceit. She eventually walks away with nothing but her children and the forgotten talent she once sacrificed for love. Five years later, she returns as the woman behind one of the country's fastest growing luxury jewelry brands. Damien Schrett doesn't recognize the quiet wife he once knew in the confident businesswoman standing before him. He only knows he can't stop thinking about her. Now that fate has brought them toget

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.

She signaled to her not to say a word but she wouldn't listen. “John is her ex husband,” Cara started to say, making Evans relax. “Just like every young lady who falls in love and gets married, Amber fell in love with her abusive husband. Few months into the marriage he showed her his true colors. From beatings to punches to kickings, Amber lost a series of pregnancies. Well as heaven would shine a light on her, she got pregnant as usual again and was so happy to tell her husband the news.

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.

Amber Pov I still can't believe how fast things happened. Two days ago, my marital status was still single but now I am already a married woman. I feel like I'm having a nightmare. Yes. It was a nightmare for me because I married a man I didn't know very well. And I am just eighteen years old. Too young to get married. I never thought that I will marry a stranger and enter into a contract marriage. Even if it was just a contract marriage and we will divorce after six months, I still got married and I will become a divorced woman at a young age. But as of now, I am Mrs. Pauline Amber Cruz-Salvatore.

"What are you talking about, Ma'am?! She's my wife, okay?!" "That's not the case with other couples who come here. We don't usually care if the people who come here at the same time have an intimate relationship. But in the situation of that woman right now, it is questionable that she is your wife." I sighed, I moved my muscles a little that were already tense. "She's my wife. What's so hard to understand about that? I said, she's my wife!" I said again. She avoided looking at me and was busy doing whatever she was doing on the computer in front of her.

I was never the wife. I got bored of the tv and grabbed my phone to scroll I*******m. I stumbled on all manner of thing including Susan’s vacation pics, then a blog headline stopped me cold. “BILLIONAIRE’S FAKE MARRIAGE EXPOSED: Damon Langford Paid Single Mom to Play Wife—Stole Her from Ex, Took Her Son Too!” I dialed Damon immediately but it went straight to voicemail again and again. My hands shook. Who knew? Who hated us this much? I was about to chuck the phone when Catherine started calling.

Andrea's stern face softened as he walked towards her, holding Amira and pulling her along before stopping to hug her. "And who is this stunning lady here?" Old Mrs. Martini whispered, her eyes forming a crow as she immediately hugged Amira. Amira never understood what it was like to have grandparents because she had only ever seen pictures of them since she was born. As a result, she felt a sudden warmth in her embrace. “Oh Nonna, this is my wife, the woman I married in the United States.” Andrea smiled briefly as he looked at Amira, who was wearing a shy expression. He hadn't seen her this shy since he married her, and he could not help but admit it suited her personality.

“You might have forgotten, but Feriha Hashmi runs an NGO for assaulted women and will never stand any assault on them. Do you think I will let my sons do the same to their wives right under my nose?” “But that doesn’t give the right to meddle in someone’s marital life,” Amaan smirks, finding her mother agitated. “Why did you lock her, Amaan?” she asserted, refusing to acknowledge any bullshit from her son. An evil grin appeared on his face, “Why? She is my wife.” “So?” “Well, Ma, it’s between my wife and me, and I appreciate nobody else’s involvement.” “But—” Before Feriha could retort, Amaan interrupted her. “Ma, I remembered you asking me to work on my marriage, so why all the fuss now?”

Max came in tiredly and loosened the tie around his neck. He dumped his bag and coat on the couch. "Max, I'm glad you're back." Amber greeted happily. Max’s cold eyes glared menacingly at Amber. “Who are you? What are you doing in my house?” he growled. Amber ignored the slight pain in her heart. How could he forget about her? “I’m Amber Miller, your wife and we got married last year.” She explained immediately.