Can Yaman Wife Novels & Stories

The girl intended to continue her steps towards the room but again Raga held her back. A long sigh was heard coming out of Yasmin's mouth. At the moment the girl did not want to argue with the man who had legally become her husband. Her energy is quite exhausted after being used to cry over the fact about Keenan who already has a lover. "I have something to talk to you about, sit down."

Angela Every women's dream is to have a perfect household. We won't settle for less for we women are destined for something bigger and brighter tomorrow for our family. That's how I look things up and continued to serve as a mother and a wife. But, I never thought that life will give me a fucked up challenge. "What? I thought Mr. Takahashi and I talked about this. He knew that I'm on a one-week vacation, right now. Hence, what's up with that old man!" I can't help to yell. "This is absurd," I said with an annoying voice.

"Open the door, Elena." "No." "I want to talk to my wife." "I am no longer your wife in any biological or legal way that matters." Something inside him finally, catastrophically broke. "Stop saying that!" His voice boomed through the foyer, echoing up the staircase. Upstairs, I heard the faint click of Liam's bedroom door opening. My heart lurched violently in my chest. "Lower your voice," I hissed. "You don't get to just erase twenty years!" "You erased them."

Was my grandfather actually serious when he wrote this? "The marriage cannot be annulled immediately after the transfer of ownership," Attorney Castillo continued. "The Board of Trustees will oversee the fulfillment of Don Alejandro's final wishes." That was enough. I pushed my chair back and stood. The sound of the chair scraping against the floor echoed loudly across the silent conference room. Every pair of eyes immediately turned toward me. "I refuse." My voice was cold and final. "I don't know who this Windy Guanzon is. And I have absolutely no intention of marrying a woman I've never even met."

said Cassandra, making Elara and the others smile and even laugh. "Just pray for the best, Sandra. Mom has to accompany your younger sister first. Leaving you now means Mom doesn't have to worry about anything anymore. All the problems are over. Hopefully, there won't be any new problems. William, take good care of Mom's daughter-in-law!" said Elara. “I don't need Mom to tell me that. I will definitely take care of her. She is my soulmate!” replied William firmly. No one is allowed to hurt his wife again.

A well-acquainted voice called him just as he saw Chen and Yara Yu walking towards them. “If it isn’t my favourite Asian couple in the world.” Henry smiled at his old friends and they leaned in for a hug. “Oh, my gosh. She’s even prettier in person.” Mrs. Yu clapped her hands before extending her arms to Anaya for a hug. “Nice to meet you, I’m Yara Yu and this is my husband, Chen Yu.” “I’m Anaya Robinson.” Anaya replied politely. “Robinson Empire, right? My husband did business with your father more than a decade ago. He was a nice man.” Mrs. Yu noted and Anaya nodded solemnly. Then, she reached out and slapped Henry’s arm playfully.

Then, he turned to Yemima and said, “I’m sorry for making you worry.” Although Yemima was Wyot’s wife, the two were only married in name. They had a wedding and were partners but had never slept together. Wyot did indeed like Yemima since she was the most talented woman in the history of the Doom Race. However, Yemima was uninterested in him and was pressured by her family to marry him. On their wedding night, Yemima told Wyot that she would only sleep with him after he reached the Acme Rank.

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.

A woman on the other end—dark hair, sharp eyes, and the unmistakable expression of someone who enjoyed asking difficult questions. Edward recognized her immediately. Yasmin Khan. Amara’s closest friend. And the lawyer who had originally explained Amara’s legal options—including the possibility of marriage. Amara was laughing at something Yasmin had just said. “You cannot be serious,” Amara said. “I am extremely serious,” Yasmin replied through the phone speaker. “You married a British man with a townhouse and you still don’t know how to cook eggs properly?” Edward folded his arms against the doorway. Amara sighed dramatically.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th