Defiled Housewife Novels & Stories

She mumbled. Naomi grabbed her arm and pushed her to the floor. "Naomi, don't hurt her. If you break her bones, men will never like a defective woman." Harland, Naomi's husband said. Delilah felt disgusted that how could a man say that? Naomi and Harland both took over all the things that Delilah's father had. The house, his money, everything. In fact, Harland was living on her father's money. Delilah stood up slowly though her knees hurt.

Henry retorted, “Can you show me round the house,?“ Sharon asked, “Yeah, come with me, Sharon,” Henry said, and as they were going round the house, Sharon's met some ladies on his way to the kitchen, and Sharon asked immediately, “how many wives did you have In this house,” “Only you,” Henry said, “What about those ladies,?“ Sharon asked, “Oh. They are my domestic workers,” Henry said, “you can send them errands, and they clean and cook,” he explained,

Her dress screamed luxury. "Yes? Do I know you, ma'am?" Penelope couldn't take her curiosity. The woman sneered at her, feeling insulted that she wasn't recognized. "Delilah Ford. Stanley's wife." She introduced herself. "Oh…" Penelope said. Delilah frowned. It wasn't the reaction she expected. "I could see your eyes straying to my husband. What? Killian has dumped you, now you want to go after another married man?" Delilah asked cynically.

She had a lot of fond memories of the house, having lived in it for so long, but she also remembered painful experiences that she endured while living there – the death of her mother as well as the news of her husband’s unfaithfulness. It was a small one-storey house made of light materials with just two rooms. It had a small backyard that used to have cages for chickens that her mother raised when she was still living but was replaced with fighting roosters by her husband, Tunying. There was a vegetable garden that Flora tended from which she would pick tomatoes, bitter gourd and horseradish to augment the food that she bought from the market. Flora hoped that the next tenants would tend th

Evan was known as a firm person who didn't like small talk in this housing complex since he was a child, and the mothers knew that very well. "Sorry, son. But is the news about Ajeng being transferred 21 billion on social media true? It's on Ella's social media account. Ella said that Ajeng became your wife because she was bought to satisfy your desires." Deg! Ajeng didn't expect Ella to go that far. Why did that woman have to spread slander? Now, her name was tarnished. She would forever be labeled as a homewrecker and a wife who satisfied lust. Unconsciously, her eyes welled up with tears. Her throat felt like it was constricted by something.

"Pak Ares will let you know when it's the right time." Feby clicked her tongue. "You're just his lackey, don't boss me around!" "I know my place. I hope you realize it too, Feb. You’re just his mistress." "Shut your mouth, Angga! I'm his wife," Feby retorted, not accepting it. "Even though... the second wife." Angga smirked. "Oh really? You can only be called a second wife if the first wife knows. Meanwhile, you? Your status is kept secret. In other words, you’re just a kept woman."

"Move on? Adrian, I ruined my life for you! I spread those rumors, I helped you with the papers, I even… I even sacrificed my career! For us! You said we'd have the money, the estate, everything once she was gone. You promised!" Her voice cracked on the last word, high and shrill. It grated against my skull like nails on a chalkboard. Annoying. So damn annoying. I missed Seraphine, the way she used to look at me with quiet devotion, never questioning, never demanding. Maribel was nothing like that. She was loud, needy, a tool I'd picked up when convenient. Past tense. "Shut up," I muttered, turning away. But she didn't. She kept going, her words tumbling out faster, hysterical.

She walked down the steps her boots sinking into the ground just like she had felt on her first day at the house. Hannah Vane was not a lady. She was not just a part of a rich family. She was a woman, a wife and a mother.. When she took Stephens hand she knew that the time of the Vane family being, in charge was over but in a good way it had just moved on to something better.

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”