Darling Wife Novels & Stories

They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.

I drawled as I walked past her to catch up with Darryl. “She's your wife!” Her voice echoed in the quiet living room. “My wife? She's nothing close to being a wife,” I slowly turned to look at her, the anger I had been trying to control threatening to spill out. Whatever she saw in my eyes made her freeze. “You chased my wife out of the mansion, remember? You led her to her grave, and you don't really care. Just like you aren't concerned about your son who just died,” I growled, and her eyes slowly widened as recognition dawned on her face.

"The entire country knows I am your wife now. You cannot keep treating me like this." Darren let out a sinister laugh that sounded terrifying in the dead of the night. He walked toward the wet bar in the corner of the suite, pouring bourbon into a crystal glass with a steady, vascular hand. "Wife? You are nothing more than a sheet of business contract papers forced upon me by my parents, Clarissa. Don't you ever dream that I will regard you as anything more than that."

a voice rang out in a sing -songy tone, one which I knew belonged to a hazelnut haired, brown eyed, freckled, porcelain skinned woman also known as my wife, Daphne. All eyes in the hall turned her way and when I saw her dress. I lost it.

They are a family, but she can’t be Nikolai’s wife. Nikolai gets something from his drawer and gives it to her. It was only then that she noticed that Nikolai had been wearing a gold ring on his finger. “We’re a complete family, Belle. We’re married. That means you’re still my wife.” He said, giving Belle back her wedding ring.

Darryl's brilliant red sports car reached the starting line last. Many eyes turned to him, they must all be curious why Darryl's car was carrying two beautiful women. "I recognize that beautiful brunette, she is Darryl's wife. But as far as I remember, they have never been publicly together or appeared together in public. She's a recently popular singer, but it's a pity that her marriage doesn't look full and happy, right?" "And the blonde with the curvaceous figure seems to be Dulcie. She's just a slut who likes to show off, I've seen her a few times, but it seems like a woman like her is quite popular with men."

"How dare you say that to my face? I'm your legally wedded wife. I've got everything you would ever want in a woman. I have the perfect look, the perfect body. I'm literally one of the sexiest women alive. Men are dying to be with me." "Then go be with them and get the hell out of my office." Dam pointed towards the door. "No, I'm not going anywhere and neither am I going to allow some gold digger to take my place. If anyone has to die, then it's gonna be your damn mistress." "You're sick! I can't believe you are here acting like a saint when you are the reason this marriage went down the drain." "You stormed in here, claiming to be my wife, can you just mention one good thing you've done th

So where had this woman—claiming she was my wife—fallen from, right into the center of our company? --- “Can you calm down now?” I asked the woman. Her crying had taken me off guard at first, but now she was fraying my nerves. “If you’re Darian Freeman, then who was my husband?” she demanded. Her hazel eyes, reddened from crying, looked almost green. The whites were bloodshot; her makeup had streaked down her face in dark tracks. “I don’t understand you,” I said, impatient. “I was married to Darian Freeman. To the bastard who owns this company!”

she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Dain’s expression darkened, his gaze hardening as he focused on the path ahead. “My wife,” he said, the words quiet but laced with pain. “She was everything to me. She was fierce and strong. A true warrior. But she was taken by Malakar’s wolves when they attacked Valenwood.”

She had been so happy these past few weeks that she had almost forgotten she was still married. She hadn’t thought about Daryl even once. So he was finally done having fun with Zara? And now he suddenly remembered he had a wife?