Arjuna Wives 소설 & 이야기

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."

"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.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

She blushes and looks at Bhima uncle. I am so happy. I wish Rudra was here. Where is this man no boy? Let him come home he is gone get earful. Who leaves her wife alone all the time. Is this normal in marriages. How would I know? I have to ask someone but no-one here is of my age. Arjun and Samarth wives are going to be lucky because I will be their sister in law. If I get all knowledge I will not leave them in dark. "Congratulations bua." I hear Rudra saying. When did he came back.

As the sleek door of the private jet slides open, a figure emerges, commanding attention with his impeccable three-piece suit. The clothing hugs his healthy, well-built physique, exuding an aura of confidence and power. Blackwood's mind races, trying to piece together the puzzle of who this person might be and what connection he has with David. Following closely behind the suited figure are two women, both radiating elegance and poise. The first woman, likely David's wife, exudes grace and sophistication. Her attire, carefully selected, showcases her timeless beauty and exalted status. Blackwood recognizes her from previous encounters, aware of her influential role in David's life and busine

“What the hell did you just say?” “You heard me! I told them Armin has two wives,” Bjorn repeated, irritation flaring in his voice. “I didn’t think it’d cause this much trouble! I mean, I saw Alysha at the hotel, And now, here, they’re all talking about some woman named Seraphina. It didn’t make sense, so I told the servants—” Ivan’s heart hammered in his chest as he processed what Bjorn was saying. Two wives? Alysha… and Seraphina? His mind raced, images of the mysterious woman he’d spent the night with flashing in his head, tangled with the implications of Bjorn’s slip-up.

Jai Pov The realization that because of my father, Anaira and Arjun lost their parents hit me hard. I don't want to pressure Anaira for anything. She is my best friend's sister and hence will remain dear to me, but if she doesn't want to be my wife, then I will not force her. However, it is quite difficult for me to live without her. After Anita, she was the first woman ever to cross the boundaries I had set, and the thing is that I allowed her to break those boundaries which she had broken without making any effort. Like Arjun, she has a heart of gold. I need to collect my haywire thoughts. Maybe a walk in the garden would help me sort out everything. I was going out when I felt a hand on m

Bryan, yes, I know Alex isn't your biological son, but does that wipe out everything I've done for you and your family? "All those years I worked myself to the bone. Do they suddenly mean nothing? Is it right to treat him harshly all these years just because he's not your biological son?" Everyone in the gallery nodded in agreement, murmuring support. "Bryan, even if Alex isn't yours, Hazel is still your wife." I raised my head, my face lined with age, tears streaming down. "You worked yourself to the bone? What did you actually do? I supported you, your lover, and your son! Have I not done enough?

“But you, Athena. You are beautiful and knowledgeable. You are everything I need in a woman. In a life partner. I don’t need a burden. I will divorce Eliana and marry you. We can rule both companies together.” Athena laughed. “Yes, we can.” Unbeknownst to them, another person heard their conversation. Eliana didn’t believe what she heard. She stumbled and trembled. The tide of her tears washed down like a careless storm, an unstoppable force that ravaged her pure soul.

Every month a cycle of hope and heartbreak, every night a reminder of failure, every embrace a duty more than a desire. Still, she forced a small nod. “I know.” He reached for her hand under the blanket, his grip warm, searching. “Let’s not give up. God’s timing is perfect, Emelia. We have to keep believing.” She swallowed hard, unable to find words. His faith was unwavering, his heart good. And yet, in the pit of her soul, she knew belief wasn’t her problem. It was desire. Because even now, as her husband pleaded for closeness, her thoughts were elsewhere—drawn to another man who had no right to occupy her.