Amature Wife Novels & Stories

Days turned into months, still Adrian remained distant, controlled as always. To him, the marriage was nothing more than a family arrangement. He believed his wife was Alessia Vale, the spoiled, selfish heiress the world whispered about. Yet he couldn’t ignore the fact that the woman he married... she was different. Calm. Observant. Quietly intelligent.

the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

I stood at the door of the church chapel and watched my wife, Olivia Spencer, lean into the arms of another man. That man was my younger brother, David Spencer. David complained, “This rosary really digs into the skin.” “Then, take it off for me.” Olivia had always treasured her rosary. She would not even let me touch it. Yet, my brother was teasingly lifting it between his lips and pulling it from her neck. He tossed it to the floor like it was worthless.

My sister is on my husband's lap. She laughs. He smiles at her. A hand resting on her bare thigh. An intimacy that is no game. It is real. It is owned. And I am one too many. I approach. The floor seems unstable. My legs are cotton. But I walk anyway. Because one does not flee what one needs to see. Even if it destroys. She sees me. And she smiles. A smile that says: you're too late. "Well, well… look who's showing up."

olded, cheeks flushing as she waddled towards her mother-in-law. “Oh please,” Anna groaned. “Someone spray him with cold water before he fucks her right here.” ⸻ They spent the afternoon setting up activities, not the regular camping kind, of course. Well, Victoria had scheduled card games, charades, a wine-and-cheese tasting table that was also a bingo station, and a romantic playlist floating through invisible speakers hidden in the trees. The whole thing felt more like a high-society reality show than a family getaway, and Rachel adored every second of it. Especially when she caught Nathan watching her from across the clearing, his mouth curved into that lazy, head-over-heels smirk t

Abigail Laurentia Verz: “It is okay, Mom. Massimo and I are trying to stay in this fake marriage. Yeah, but how long can we last? I am not sure about that, especially since my husband is known as a playboy, until Uncle G only knows about it. I swear that I never bad mouthed my spouse to him.” That young lady again remembered about the epic dinner event for her. This time, Amber could only exhale because she could not deny every word her biological daughter said. A woman who is always patient with her husband's annoying behavior. Abby turned her attention toward the door, but there was no sign of the penthouse owner getting there yet. This made the girl feel relieved because Massimo did not k

She deliberately sat in this place because she was watching Aunt Rosemary work. Amanda filled in the first sheet of her sketchbook using a drawing of Aunt Rosemary's back, more precisely the back of the woman's body because she was doing the same thing—standing with her back to Amanda while refilling the refrigerator, she had no idea that her mistress was busy drawing her activities. "Auntie. Are you married?" asked Amanda as she shaded her legs because of the table, she didn't want to stand up to check Aunt Rosemary's legs. "I have, Miss. I have a son about fifteen years old, I married young back then."