Arifureta Hajime Wives Novels & Stories

EPISODE THIRTY EIGHT Theme: Nosy woman ARIKE’S POV “Our wife! Our wife!” A lady in her fourties walked into the room. It wasn’t hard to tell that she was Mrs Chidinma, the one Busayomi had given me a full gist on. “Good afternoon ma.” Busayomi greeted. A phone beeped. “Sorry it is mine...oh It is Temitope.” Omolade said. “I hope nothing is wrong.” Busayomi huffed.

He already knew who this is, so he didn't show any surprise when he opened the door and found Serena there accompanied by the police. One of the two policemen said to Jack, " Mr. Jack Lewis. We have to arrest you as your wife has accused you of attempting to rape someone. In the process of saving herself, that girl tried to commit suicide and now is in a coma. So we need to take you to the police station for further investigation After hearing the policeman, Jack looked at Serena with disappointment and said to her, " Take care of yourself."

Cryogenic pods lined the walls. Tall, cylindrical, each filled with faint blue mist. Computer screens glowed at the base of every chamber, streaming medical data, heart rates, DNA maps. She walked slowly, eyes wide. “This isn’t a cult,” she whispered. “It’s a science facility.” Each pod had a name tag. Each name was a woman. Arielle V. Sabine R. Daniela M. Jessica Rivers. Mira Hale. Every name… familiar. These were the wives. The descendants.

That annoying bow again. As if on que, six ladies walked in with my boxes. "Good morning, Miss Davies." They stopped in front of me and greeted. Three other ladies joined the six ladies and greeted me too. "That's Maya, she's the Chef. That's Fiona, she's responsible for the laundry and that's Laurel, she's the house cleaner. Every Tuesday, some other workers from her agency come over to clean the house." Charles introduced them one after the other. I was too stunned to speak, not used to such lifestyle.

Attention even more so. The hall fell silent.All eyes shifted to Aviraj. He stood still for a moment, his expression unreadable, aware that whatever he said next would define everything. “She is my wife,” Aviraj said steadily. “I married her.” The words settled heavily in the hall. Dadi’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What?” she whispered at first, then more firmly, “Are you serious, Aviraj?” He nodded slowly, lowering his head in quiet acknowledgment. “Aviraj…” Her voice trembled now. “How could you do this? You and your brother are the same. Both of you forgot about me.”

Their eyes scanned me, amused, like they’d seen this kind of foolish bravery before. “Big mouth,” one muttered. “Na your babe or wetin?” the other asked. I looked him straight in the eye. “She’s my wife.” They didn’t smile. But something in their posture shifted. “Wait here,” the first one said, disappearing inside. I did. The warehouse stank of oil and damp wood. Crates were stacked high, some marked with gun symbols, others with numbers. For a moment, I was all alone and it was really quiet.

Archie smiled and congratulated him. Although Old Master Wolfleim was old, his eyes were still full of vigor. He looked at Archie and smiled. "Archie, This must be your new wife." This was the first time Emma heard such a funny thing. Husband and wife? Archie immediately smiled shyly and answered, "Grandfather's judgment is the most accurate. That's right. She is my newly wedded wife. Emma, quickly greets Grandfather." Emma naturally did not dare to neglect and quickly called him grandpa sweetly.

She intended to explain why she had come to the Waikato in a simpler way, so that Dorothy could easily understand. Amelie began to tell the story of where her family came from. About her working as a maid in the house of the family who owned the H&E Group, about her becoming pregnant with the son of the H&E Group's jewel, and about Theresia humiliating her in front of other workers with repeated slaps and unending diatribes. "So, that Theresia woman kicked you out because you were pregnant with her grandchild?" asked Dorothy as if in disbelief.

"Why don't you just tell me who you are?" I was irritated by the man, so I stood up and looked him in the eye. "I'm Radleigh Adams' wife. If you're planning something, I suggest you give it up." "Radleigh's... wife?" The man lifted his chin slightly, looked up at the ceiling, and repeated the title over and over again. "Radleigh's wife... Interesting!" "You'd better let me go. If my husband finds out I'm gone, he'll search the whole city. Maybe he'll kill you."

"Don't you dare touch it!" The younger woman, Linda, threw herself in front of the hen and glared viciously at the servants. "Do you even know who we are? We're carrying Ryan's kids. We're the mothers of the Carter family's future heirs! "This hen came all the way from our hometown. It's our lucky hen, and it's precious. Nobody's laying a finger on it. We're keeping it here, and it's going to eat the best food every single day." Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him.