Darling Wife Novels & Stories

“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

SPICY SCENE ~ZAYDEN My eyes fluttered open when my wife pressed a kiss to my temple. My wife. Dahlia. We were legally, truthfully married now, and I was her husband. She was mine, as I was hers. Through thick and thin. Dahlia was my wife. The thought send a thrill through me, and I smiled as she leaned forward to kiss my lips this time. "Hey." Her voice was soft. Still a little bit sleepy. It was just a few hours into dawn, yet her drowsiness from the wine she had yesterday seemed to have faded away.

"You don't mind, do you, darling husband? After all, a good wife should look beautiful for her man." The way she said 'darling husband' with that mock sweetness made heat rush through my veins like molten metal. There was sarcasm dripping from every word, but also something else. Something that made me want to grab her and show her exactly what kind of husband I could be. "Whatever makes you happy," I managed to say, proud that my voice came out steady. "How generous of you." She turned back to Charlotte. "Shall we begin?" What followed was two hours of the most exquisite torture I had ever experienced.

Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

"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."

"You're already so rich, but you still have to work so hard. I want to feel sorry for you guys, but when I compare my hard life with rich people like you, I realize that I'm the one who deserves more pity" Vivi's words made Darren chuckle. "You know you will never have a tough life again because you are my wife now." Vivi did not react to Darren's words anymore, but she secretly smiled when the words' my wife' that Darren said sounded like something sweet. And when she remembered how everyone now called her 'Mrs. Hart', it managed to give Vivi a new thrill she had never felt before.

“He says we can’t live at home anymore.” “Is this how you act in front of a child?” I ask calmly. Daniel looks at me, his eyes full of hate, “You can have the whore and her bastard.” An evil smile tugs at the corner of his lips, “Wait, if you’re here? Where is your wife? Does she know about all this?” Trying to keep my voice neutral, I say, “Don’t worry about my wife. She’s an amazing woman.” “I’m sure she is. But does she like sleeping in a cold bed? A place in mine just became available.” Daniel taunts.

Darling remembered when Mary talked about how she didn't have a proper job but wouldn't let her leave the house in the first place. According to Mary, there wasn't any need for her to leave the house if she wasn't doing anything productive. Mary said she deserved to remain in this house and do all the chores and cleaning like a wife should. A sad smile graced Darling's lips as she recalled every demeaning word Mary would say to her almost every day. She slowly sat down on the bed and was ready to lay on it when the door was forcefully pushed open. A startled Darling gasped and her head turned towards the direction of the door and there stood Stanley, her husband. The only person who truly ca

I almost laugh at her words. Lucky me indeed. When we reach home, Dahlia helps me inside. "You're back!" It takes me a second too long to realize that Hunter's home. I feel him walking closer, his scent suddenly all around me. "How was your day?" He slides his arm around my waist, and I instantly fight the urge to throw up. "Did you have fun?" "Well, of course she did," Dahlia answers for me, even though I didn't feel any of it. "Don't you know? Spending her husband's money is every wife's ultimate dream. What could be more fun than that?"

"Darling?" "Hmm?" "I want to have a baby." "I know." "Are you sure? I'm serious." "So am I. I know you want that. I've just been waiting for you to ask. You're going to make a wonderful mother." There was a tear in my wife's eye, which I brushed away as it tumbled down her cheek. She kissed me soundly. "I love you, Melanie Dalton." "Mmm, say that again." Smooch. "My beautiful wife. Mrs. Melanie. Dalton."