Can Yaman Wife Novels & Stories

'Clothes wouldn't be necessary here, Milady' He should have known she was up to something when she suddenly started to act naive, when she was after all, an escort. 'W-what the hell are you doing in my room?' She had asked when he first entered But he let his third leg do the thinking and forgot to be rational. 'I usually find the hard-to-get game, silly and boring. But, I think this roleplaying stuff gets your juices flowing. How about you be my naughty student instead.' He gently tucked her hair behind her ears and stared at her lips 'I am an escort sir. Not. A. Prostitute. My job description is escort and not call girl. I'll appreciate it if you leave my room or I'll call security.' 'Is this some sort of twisted role play? I already told you to stop. I paid for the night. What the fuck is going on here?' *** It wasn't role play. The slut had a nasty game up her sleeves. Set up and then blackmail. Fucking sleazy reporters were already at his door. Louis knew how deadly the media was in pushing stories about people like him. A false story about him had previously ruined his life. His father had suffered for it as well. He decided to give the media a story that wouldn't ruin him. Who didn't prefer romance to anything else? He looked into the slut's face and threw the proposal in her face. 'You would have to marry me.'

She was nobody but a lowly maid in their mansion who spent her whole life living in their pity. She had no education, no etiquette, and no qualification to be the elder daughter-in-law of the prestigious Morin family. She was just a nobody with a big mouth and an over-friendly personality. But for some unknown reason, they decided to choose her as the bride of their elder son, Roman Morin, also known as the cold and cunning CEO of the Morin Industry who detested her sole existence from the very beginning. _____________________________ _________________ "What the fuck were you doing by fighting with Clara in a room full of people? Are you fucking out of your mind? What if someone else overheard your conversations instead of me? Why are you so fucking hell bound to drag my reputation down?" Roman yelled at her angrily, making her flinch at his words. "Well if you heard our conversation then you already know who started this. So instead of yelling at me, why don't you go to her?" She spat at him angrily. "I don't fucking care who started what. All I care about is my family and my reputation. I have already warned you about this. If you again do anything that harms my image then I'm not going to play nice. Behave yourself and maintain your manner. You are no longer a maid but my wife. So stop behaving like an illiterate maid and start acting like my wife for which I paid you." Roman uttered those words like poison which caused Athena's heartburn.She bit her inside the cheek to stop her tears from falling. She must not cry. She wouldn't let words affect her. She didn't want this humiliation. She didn't want to be here. But she had no choice.

Five years. That's how long Alina Hayes has been Mrs. Daniel Blackwood—in name only. Their arranged marriage gave her a title, a mansion, and a son to love. But her billionaire husband? He's never shared her bed, remembered their anniversary, or looked at her like a wife. When Clarissa Sterling—Daniel's first wife, the woman who abandoned them—returns, everything Alina built crumbles. His mother wants her gone. High society whispers. And Daniel? He won't fight for her. Alina faces an impossible choice: stay invisible in a loveless marriage, or walk away from the only child who's ever called her "Mom."

"You have no right to ask me such questions," Ava said, almost immediately. "This whole marriage thing is only on paper, remember? It doesn't give you any claim on my personal life. I am not your property, Jace!" "The contract is still on! Fake or not, I own you Ava and I do have every damn right to ask!" Jace cuts in, his voice low and dangerous. "Now, tell me - who was that guy with you at the bar??" ****** In a storm of betrayal, obligation, and unexpected twists, Avalynn finds herself entangled in a contract marriage with Jace Malvis, the heir to a powerful business empire. As their relationship evolves from a facade to something more, secrets unravel, revealing hidden connections that change everything. With the truth finally emerging, Avalynn must navigate love, family, and her own identity. Can she find true happiness amidst the chaos, or will the demons of the past haunt her future?

Marilyn married a rich man for revenge. But she didn’t expect to fall into bed with his son. Victor Fontaine is cold, ruthless, and twice her age. He destroyed her family—and now he’s her husband. The marriage was never about love. It was never about his last name. It was about getting close enough to ruin him. Everything was going perfectly… Until Cody showed up. Victor’s estranged son is dark, reckless, sharp-tongued, and dangerous in all the wrong ways. With tattoos, secrets, and eyes that see straight through her designer fabrics, he’s everything she should avoid. But when he kisses her like he hates her and touches her like he owns her, her perfect plan begins to fall apart. Because Cody doesn’t want revenge. He wants her. And in this house, loving the wrong man could get them both killed. But Victor is always two steps ahead. And Marilyn is about to find out what it really means to be... A Rich Man’s Wife.

After winning the lottery to be Zavier Cross's wife for 30 days, Raini gets herself involved with the rich and famous Billionaire, Zavier Cross. Having lived a boring life for so long, the last thing she would have ever suspected was her husband to be a Werewolf. Zavier Cross is not ready to lose his mate just yet. He makes a decision to keep the secret of who he really is from Raini for as long as he can and pretends to be 'human'. However, with death threats for Raini on the line and a bouquet of wild dandelions in exchange for her head, that little quest proves to not only be impossible, but extremely deadly.

The plane touched down in Tripoli at dusk. Behind me, the sky was on fire. I pulled out my phone and typed a message to my husband, Don Vito Hart. [I'm here. I came to bring you home.] No reply. I called his underboss, Enzo Stark. His voice was hesitant. "You… you really went to Libya?" An explosion rattled the terminal windows. My heart slammed against my ribs. "Which district is he in?" A long pause. Then, quieter: "He never left the country." His voice dropped to barely a whisper. "The business trip… it was a lie." The line went dead. A photo appeared on my screen. Time-stamped today. Vito was smiling. Bright, but something behind his eyes looked tired. His arm was wrapped around a woman. They were blowing out candles on a birthday cake. I recognized her instantly. Rosa Quinn. The woman he'd knelt and sworn on his mother's grave never to see again. Three years ago. I still had the scar on my own palm where I'd made him swear. Vito had forgotten. Today was my birthday too. My phone buzzed again. "Sera, the truth is—the Don never ended things with Rosa. We all knew. But you two seemed so happy… no one dared tell you." I read the message twice. Then I slipped the phone into my pocket. There was no need to pretend anymore.

Fiona Gabriel was Rowan Carson's contract wife . For two years, she played the good wife, cooking his food, while he kept his feelings at bay. He slept with her only for the contract, with the term of no children in their marriage. When his true love, Sage Andrews returned, Rowan refused to file for a divorce to end their marriage contract. Fiona, unable to be the other woman, filed for divorce. She wanted a happy family, a complete home, and not a man who devoted his attention to the other woman. Rowan believed he did not love Fiona. He was only using her to pass the time. But why was it so hard to let go? He could not afford to lose Fiona.. She was cool-headed compared to his true love, Sage. Will Rowan be able to sign the divorce papers? Find out.

Eight years ago, Sara vanished without a trace… abandoning the man she loved and the husband who never stopped searching for her: Emiliano Monter. Now, on the eve of his marriage of convenience, Sara reappears in the most unexpected way… as a mysterious dancer at his bachelor party. She hides her identity. He doesn’t recognize her… until it’s too late. When Emiliano discovers who she truly is—and the secret she has been hiding all these years—the love he once felt transforms into a dangerous obsession. Determined to make her pay for her betrayal, he forces her back into his world… to work for him, to remain close—too close. But hatred has never managed to extinguish what they feel. Caught between a marriage that was never born of love, a past filled with lies, and an attraction impossible to ignore, Sara and Emiliano find themselves trapped in a game of power, desire, and revenge. And when dark secrets begin to come to light, it won’t only their forbidden love that is at risk… but also the empire that holds everything together: Casa Monter. Love, betrayal, desire… and a truth that could destroy it all. Will they survive what once tore them apart… or will their love be the very thing that condemns them?

She married him through a contract—no love, no promises, no expectations. To him, she was nothing more than an arrangement, a quiet wife meant to keep appearances intact while his heart belonged to another woman. Tired of being invisible, she decides to stop waiting, stop hoping, and stop loving. But when she finally walks away emotionally, the cold CEO begins to realize the truth— He may have lost the only woman who ever truly belonged to him.