Arjuna Wives Novels & Stories

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

Within an instant, Catherine shot to her feet. The chair legs scraped across the floor with a piercing screech. “No! Simon, listen to me!” She turned to my parents with a pleading look before turning back to me. “Robert, we’ve been working together for many years. Divorce will only hurt both sides. Georgia’s only temporarily infatuated with that kid. I’ll teach her a lesson when I get back!” Jane snorted. “Catherine, looking at all the arranged marriages in our circle, no one can put up with such a disrespectful marriage! We’ve shown you enough respect!

Puspa ordered as calmly as possible. Nadia looked like she wanted to argue, but immediately changed her mind when Puspa glared at her. Reluctantly and with a frown, the girl finally nodded. Puspa lowered her legs to get out of the car, but before that, Nadia said, "Evan said that Ajeng is his wife. If you want proof, he said to come to his house." Puspa felt as if her soul had left her body upon hearing this. *** "Is your stomach feeling better?" Dahlia asked her second daughter-in-law.

A small handwritten note had been added beneath the final clause. Her eyes narrowed. “This wasn't in the original contract.” Damien's expression changed. Sophia pointed at it. “What does this mean?” Damien looked at the note. For the first time since he had entered the café, his confidence disappeared. Sophia slowly read the words aloud. “The wife must never investigate the circumstances surrounding Richard Reed's downfall.” Her blood ran cold. She looked at Damien. “What does my father have to do with our marriage?” Damien said nothing but his silence made Sophia's heart began pounding.

If their plan went their way, Nathaniel would no longer have control over her. A woman in a black dress approached them, a friendly smile gracing her face. "Leonard, you finally showed up at this event." "Clara." Leonard replied with a brief nod. Clara turned her gaze to Ariana, her eyes scanning up and down. "And who is this beautiful woman?" Ariana smiled faintly. "Ariana." Clara raised her eyebrows. "Ariana... Nathaniel's wife?" Leonard slipped his arm around Ariana's waist in a possessive gesture. "Not anymore. And soon to be his ex-wife."

"This is Jenny. I really need your help now." "Jenny?" I asked confusingly. What the heck could be wrong with her? Why was she even crying? Was a thief in the house or something? "Yes sir. You need to come here right now. Your wife is in a crazy trouble!" She cried further. My wife? What was this lady saying? My wife was with me? Or, did someone break in, and silently take her? I swallowed nervously, and slowly turned to Mia's side of the bed, and shockingly, she wasn't there. What the hade was happening?

Prajna and Levi fought for more than a dozen rounds. Prajna gradually became weaker. Jay shouted to Levi, “Kill her!” Prajna quickly went berserk because of this sentence. Her eyes were scarlet and filled with unwillingness. “How could you do this to me? How could you? I’m the one who’s truly your wife.” “You’re not. You’re Tenzel’s wife.” Jay’s eyes suddenly turned cold. “Angeline is nothing but a jacaranda you raised, Sir Ares, but you fell for her instead.”

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River