Defiled Housewife Novels & Stories

“Delilah Flores you say?” “Ahuh.” I nodded as I began to feel a swerve of hope. “yes, I do. She was the last owner of this house. Yeah, I do remember her.” The woman revealed and I was a bit disappointed. It’s been over a decade and this was supposed to expected. “Do you happen to know where she moved?” I asked. “Wait, let me ask my husband about it.” The woman replied and she was about to go back inside but then looked back at me. “Would you like to come in for a moment?”

“Just like what I said, its only you, Jana and me who knew that your relationship with her did not last for a month. In the people’s understanding especially with your wife’s perception that you and Jana IS IN A LONG AND SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP. If its not because you are bound to marry Mara, you will not breakup with her.” I just kept quiet and let manang to continue what she wants to say. “In your wife’s mind the person you really love is Jana and not her!” “That’s not true! I already told her I love her!” “Yes you did. But in your wife’s mind that you just learn to love her because you don’t have any choice but to love her because you married her.” “But that’s a lie! I love her even before I

Despite his status as a low-ranked wolf, his influence is felt far and wide, a testament to his integrity and the trust the community places in him. Mrs. Jackie Robinson, in contrast, finds fulfillment in the simple, yet profound, role of a full-time housewife. Her days are spent tending to the needs of her family, ensuring that her home remains a sanctuary for those she loves. With a keen eye for detail, she maintains the cottage in pristine condition, every corner reflecting her care and devotion. Her greatest desire is to see her family thrive, and she spares no effort in creating a loving and nurturing environment.

She did not just erase my past, but also gave me a false identity by obtaining a fake marriage certificate that seemed utterly ridiculous in hindsight. Over those five years, I had managed every aspect of her household and allowed her to pursue her career without a care. I had even scrimped and saved for an entire month to buy her the finest gifts, all so she could hold herself with dignity during her social engagements. I believed my sacrifices would earn her love. In truth, everything that just happened revealed that my five years of devotion had been nothing but a thrilling game to them. When Eira caught my unwavering stare, an inexplicable flicker of panic flashed across her face. Howeve

That night, when Florence got home, she still held onto a shred of hope. It was our fifth wedding anniversary that day. When she opened the door, she found a team of workers renovating the place. The home that she was so familiar with had undergone some huge changes. Isaiah kept throwing out orders. He stood there as if he were the owner of the house. “Throw those drawers away. They’re hideous! I want to change the style of this place completely. I don’t like it!”

The gold ring caught the light instantly, the gemstone at its center glinting with blinding brilliance. For a second, everything went still. “There it is,” Elena said, stepping forward and snatching it up. “Proof.” She held it high, like she had just won something, her eyes flicked to me. “What do you have to say now?” Behind her, I noticed some of the maids were standing by the door, whispering. Some of them were smiling, while the otters laughed. I had spent five years in this house, with these people, living for these people, and this was how it ended.

Suddenly, my voice was swift and soft as I collected the papers from her. I gave a single and a loud clap. In minutes, all the workers in the mansion fell out. They stood in a straight line with their hands crossed in front of them. “Mrs Blackwood!” I announced and they all bowed in greetings. “Do what is necessary and make sure that she is treated like I’m treated.” I ordered, and they nodded. I had five workers: the chef, the cleaner, the gardener, the driver and their director. I pulled my beloved wife from their sight, “The court wedding is tomorrow and after then, I’ll send my lawyers to clear and settle all the issues with the debt.” I smiled, trying to get comfortable with the new dev

"Why did you ask? Were you hoping that I wouldn't be on my feet ever again?!" Dillion kept quiet as he knew whatever he was going to say would only upset his father further. However, he was disgusted by the way Mrs. Wallace Sr. dressed. He twitched his mouth in a grimace and voiced his displeasure. "Dad, Don't be mad at me. Look at what Daniel did. How can he bring someone dressing like a beggar into our house?" Nicole's face darkened when Dillion called Mrs. Wallace Sr. a beggar. Mr. Riddle Sr. noticed her emotion rather quickly and patted her hand to comfort her. He then turned around and glowered at Dillion."

It was as if the world outside my bedroom ceased to exist, and I craved nothing more than to remain cocooned within the warm embrace of my bed. In the midst of my languid reverie, a soft knock resonated through the room, accompanied by the creaking of the door. Carla, our caring housekeeper, appeared before me, a gentle smile gracing her lips. Concern radiated from her eyes as she inquired about my well-being and the welfare of junior Cullen. "We're both fine, Carla," I responded, my voice laden with the exhaustion that weighed upon me. "But today, I simply lack the motivation to engage in any activities. All I desire is to recline in bed throughout the day."

She didn’t mind if she was just a second wife , but she wanted somewhere to lay her little babies , she couldn’t leave now . When she returned back to their matrimonial home , it wasn’t the same again , Williams didn’t care to know if they were his babies . He still hit her and turned her into a personal slave for his new wife , but the one that broke her into pieces was the last unforgivable one . It was just a sunny afternoon like every other day , and his husband's mistress had asked her to prepare something for her . To avoid getting into trouble , she left her kids in the room, not minding the fact that she was giving a room outside of the house in the maid’s quarters .