Bow Wow Wife Novels & Stories

After finishing his words, Julian left in a natural and unrestrained manner, without asking a single word. Owen and Sawyer looked at each other and helped their "cousin" back to the room. After making sure that no one was eavesdropping, Sawyer looked at Beau unhappily. "What were you doing just now? Are you a hooligan?" Beau reached out and touched his face. "My wife is so cruel that she knocked my nose out of joint with her punch just now." "It's natural for me to hold my wife. Does it count as a hooligan?"

"Maybe you should bring Church's daughter." He said it low, but Beast didn't like his tone. My fist plows into his jaw with a satisfying crunch. His wife runs forward but Cabel rolls and places his hand out to stop her. "Stay back," he grumbles as he picks himself up from the dirt. His wife stops in her tracks and turns her angry expression on me. She's a feisty Cuban woman and her current attitude proves she might not be the brightest one. "Lower your eyes, woman," Cabel reprimands harshly.

Him and his wife’s age difference never really bothered him that much, especially because Kaia Navarro was the most mature woman he had ever had the pleasure of being with and sexually, she was a goddess, he never lacked for anything with her. “Come baby, I want to introduce you to someone,” Beau said, linking her arm in his as they walked towards the balcony of their living room. He had no idea how this first meeting would go but he knew it would end with Kaia chewing and spitting out someone. “Father, come meet my wife!”

Only finality. “Be my wife.”

Why did I say that? "Oh... That... Well, my secretary's name is Sammy. He is quite good at what he does, and my personal assistant... His name is Rob. He was my friend before he traveled abroad for personal business. You'll meet him in person soon," I was the happiest woman on earth at that moment. The thought of him taking his time to explain everything to me hits differently and gave me this feeling that he thought of me as his wife. I mean, that's how a responsible man would talk to his wife.

"You are perfect to me, Katara. And I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, supporting you, and cherishing every moment we have together. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Katara's heart swelled with emotion as she looked into his eyes, feeling the weight of his love and commitment. In that moment, she knew that she wanted nothing more than to share her life with this incredible man who had come into her world and changed it so profoundly. With tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Sean. Yes, I will marry you."

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

"Mom, Dad, Mr. and Mrs. Hart, say something!" She'd completely crossed the line. Wilson's face darkened as he forced down his anger. "Raina, your mom and I can still see straight. We know very well who Rowan's fiancee is!" My parents nodded in agreement. "Elara is the fiancee Rowan chose," my dad said firmly.

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

She couldn't shake the feeling that her life was a lie, that she was trapped in a marriage that was suffocating her. As the evening drew to a close, Julian took Rory's hand and led her out of the ballroom. "I'm so proud of you, Rory," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're always so poised and elegant. You're the perfect wife." Rory felt a surge of resentment at his words. Perfect wife? Was that all she was to him? A trophy to be displayed and admired? But she pushed the feelings aside and smiled up at Julian. "Thank you, darling," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You're always so charming and handsome. You're the perfect husband."