Darling Wife Novels & Stories

She’d told me once, early in our marriage, that she found it tedious. But she’d done it anyway. For two years. And I’d never thanked her. Not once. I stood up abruptly. Grabbed my jacket. Why should I have thanked her? The thought came sharp and angry. She was my wife. That was her job. Cooking. Keeping the house. Being there when I needed her. That’s what wives did. I shoved my arms through the jacket sleeves. Except Aria hadn’t needed to do any of it. Aria was a fucking billionaire.

Dylan had saved Aaron, and she had never forgotten his kindness. “Really? Don’t hate me when I stick to you like a glue, okay?” Della remarked with a chuckle. Having heard what he said, a memory popped into her mind. “I’m cooking. Can you not hug me from behind just like that?” “But why not? You are my wife, right? I’m not allowed to hug my wife?” “Since when did you become so clingy, Darren?” “Don’t you like it?” “You…”

My eyes betrayed me, traveling from the disheveled mess of his dark hair to those sinfully sharp cheekbones, down to his hard chest, the trail that disappeared below his belt, I forced myself to look away. Too late. He saw it. A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips. Dangerous and all male. “Darling,” he drawled, voice thick with amusement and something darker, “I’m not a charity. I don’t hand out five grand just because my spoiled little wife demands it.” “I am your wife,” I shot back, lifting my chin. “I should be able to ask for things like this. And I’m not even asking for a gift. Just a loan.” I'm his wife and I might as well use the fact to my benefit.

Their daughter, Lila, had grown up laughing, her eyes bright, her smile untouched by the darkness that once stalked their family. From the outside, the Reeds were untouchable. Successful. Respected. A power couple draped in triumph. But behind the photographs and the speeches, their marriage had changed. Their love had once been wild, desperate, like fire in a storm. Every kiss had been stolen, every touch had carried the risk of being their last. Now their love was softer, safer. And Bella, though she would never dare say it out loud, sometimes missed the spark. She missed the sharp edge of passion that once made her heart stop.

She was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.

She cursed herself and her body, for being so stupid and for reacting the way they did to his touch, not after the way he had abandoned her many years ago, and just when she thought she was back from the past and had moved on with her life he just appeared from nowhere. It has been over six years since James left her with his baby growing in her womb. Catherine has to work hard to care for herself and the baby she now nurses in her stomach. If only she could reverse the hand of the time, but then again she was left with a wonderful gift life can offer the gift of a son, She smiles to herself. Ellis her son, was the only source of her joy, her strength, and her pride. He has been her source o

‘I am happy, I am Stanley Williams's desirable wife’ She smiled widely and touched her belly, there was another baby Williams in there. A second bundle of joy.

"If she was bold enough to obey Devon while you were around, then don't you think that she might not want to take anything from you again?" "So I would trick her? What if she chooses the red one?" "Darling..." My wife called tiredly. "They're the same thing. The red and the blue, they are the same damn thing. So whichever ever she chooses, you smile in defeat and say, 'I can't believe that you're willing to deny me, just to save Devon'." "Hm, I knew I married the smartest woman on earth." I praised and she giggled shyly. I kissed her on the forehead and her cheeks turned slightly red. It was relieving to see that even after so long, my wife still reacts to me.

Was she trying to act cute? "Darling, I'm scared." Kieran looked at his wife, who was absorbed in her act. She embraced her husband's waist with both hands and buried her face in his chest. Then, she whispered, "Darling, you said your wife is qualified to be unreasonable, right?" Kieran was left speechless. He was fully responsible for spoiling his wife. "Get lost if you can't walk properly." Kieran was angry. His pampered wife was satisfied with his performance.

Olivia asked. Mary arched a questioning eyebrow. "You make him seem like some scary guy", Olivia shrugs. "We are not allowed to say, but the master is not the type to be messed with" Olivia nodded as though mocking that detail. "He must be some monster from the west" "Master is no monster", Mary replied vehemently. She couldn't understand why the master's wife would speak so ill of him. "Why does he have that mask over his race then, uh? And his harshness? Give me a break!" Olivia muttered.