Beautiful Wives Novels & Stories

Roselle heard it and rolled her eyes. "I know she is very beautiful and her pink dress made her very young," another woman said in awe. "The woman is sexy but very innocent, she holds the master's arm," blurted out another woman. "Maybe she is the girlfriend of our boss," a guy exclaimed. Roselle heard all these and was so irritated that it was Jade mostly caught their attention. Master Javen smiled handsomely as she knew her wife was really a beauty to catch audiences' interest. One of the reasons I married her even she was not normal.

Its sweetheart neckline showcased my cleavage to perfection, and I couldn't help but feel that I belonged among this elegant gathering. "Have you ever heard that saying? When two people meet unexpectedly and get to know each other, that's an accident. When they cross paths or meet again the second time, it's a coincidence. So, what do you think it's called when two people see each other for the third time?" I queried, my gaze locked onto Karious, who was engrossed in conversation with a mysterious woman. I squinted my eyes. Who the heck is that woman? The hell is she doing, touching and caressing Karious' arms and chest?!

Rose close her eyes and shake as no. Aaron looked at Rose's face. She is not radiant as she was a few months earlier, Her eyes are closed but her long lashes are trembling. Under her eyes, there are dark spots. -Maybe because she is taking care of Aiden- Her is biting her lower lips. Aaron knows this is not to his taste. If you ask him a year ago he will say he definitely not going to marry this type of girl. But look at it The person standing in front of him is his wife, the mother of his child, And for him most beautiful woman. He thinks that he goes crazy saying the messy-looking Rose is beautiful but he finds her beautiful.

"Let's just say certain…family obligations require a change in my marital status. And you, Miss Moore, possess a certain charm and…unexpectedness that suits my needs." Charm? Unexpectedness? Such vague answers did little to quell my unease. "But why a baker? There must be a hundred socialites lining up for the chance to be Mrs. Billionaire." A rueful smile played on his lips. "Socialites are predictable, Miss Moore. You, on the other hand, present an intriguing…wild card." Wild card? The term sent a shiver down my spine. Was I signing up to be a pawn in some high-stakes game I didn't even understand?

Gaby said. “You know what, Gaby, there was this film that my grandma always watched. She told us why she loved watching this. The story refers to two women who have had accidents. One was gorgeous and the other not much, but you can’t tell who because of their ruined face. So, that not-so-beautiful woman had the brains of the beautiful woman who died in the accident. The beauty had a husband and has memories of flashbacks.”

These people are billionaires. The door opened. And everything stopped. A man and woman sat at the table. The man was older, powerful, dressed in a suit that screamed money without saying a word. The woman beside him was beautiful—elegant, graceful, with skin like cream and— Eyes. Eyes exactly like Crystal's. The woman stood so fast her chair scraped. Her hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled down her cheeks before anyone spoke. "Crystal." Sienna's voice was soft. "These are Adrian and Isabelle Laurent."

‘How in the world am I supposed to be focused on this house tour when all that was running in my mind is that line he said?’ It was impossible to ignore, let alone forget. ‘Allow me to spoil you a little, Isobelle.’ “A little? A little?! How could this little kingdom be categorized as little?” Belle stared at the signed impressionist painting. That art alone looks like it should be in a museum. Wherever she looked, there’s at least one thing that would be considered a treasure. “I didn’t marry him for money, didn’t I? Gosh. What if I’m really one of those gold diggers? Oh, hell.”

Had Evan and that woman been meeting and spending time together like this often during the two months they hadn't seen each other? Her crying grew louder. She realized that she was truly inferior in every way. She had been a widow and now she was the second wife of her best friend's husband. What was there to be proud of? "Alright, let's just wait for now. Don't jump to conclusions. It's not good for your baby." Dahlia sighed deeply and patted Ajeng's shoulder to offer support. "Or should I accompany you inside? So you don't keep thinking negatively." Before Ajeng could answer, Evan had already walked out with a woman whom Ajeng admitted was extraordinarily beautiful, like a top-tier actress

"She dumped you at the altar, Adrian. Chasing after a politician, she didn't love you enough, but I stood there for—" "I never asked you to stand for me, woman." Adrian's voice rose sharply, his eyes squinted into icy slits and his lips pursed into a straight line. I froze, a lump growing in my throat as my heart twisted in my chest. Was that all I was? Just another woman? Another one of Adrian’s playthings? I had done everything in my power to win his heart. Little did I know that his heart was tied to a woman who left him for another man on his wedding day.

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____