Defiled Young Housewife Novels & Stories

Johan grabbed Caroline’s hand to pull her up. Victoria smiled, satisfied with Johan’s actions toward Caroline. She was constantly treated like this. Only tears could convey her pain. "I didn’t mean to be lazy in this house. I just don’t feel well. I’m always told to do housework all day long." Caroline cried bitterly in front of Johan. A wife should be loved and cared for by her husband. But Caroline Margareth’s fate was different. She was constantly oppressed in her husband’s house. Her mother-in-law didn’t like her presence there.

Rose screeched. "The fact that a country bumpkin like you managed to latch onto a fine young man from a wealthy family like Andrew is something you should be counting your lucky stars for. It's one thing for you to take it for granted. But since Andrew loves you, I can't say much about it as his mother. "You've even been married for four years now without producing a grandchild for the family. Yet, Andrew comes to your defense every time. Still, here you are asking for a divorce!"

I asked anxiously. "Well, that night the man came with some hoodlums right in front of the little Zara. Zara was just 5 years old then when they barged into the mansion they had Lucien's wife Rani butchered right in front of Zara. It was the most shocking thing for little Zara to see her own mother butchered in front of her despite the way the little girl pleaded with them to free her mother." Lady Delia shook her head in pity. "What? How heartless! They butchered Master Stone's wife right in front of him, and his little Zara?" I covered my mouth with my palms.

Phil won't divorce me because he forced me to be his wife for six months. "I don't know what I did to you and you're intentionally giving me a hard time, Aunt Aloha? I didn't do anything wrong to you except answer your questions to me. It seems that what you want to be the wife of your nephew is the modest one who can hardly break a plate and is too easy for you to be bullied. But I'm sorry because I'm not that easy to be bullied," I replied to her defiantly which shocked her and raised her eyebrows. Aloha was about to speak but Phil quickly pulled me to stand.

You tried to manipulate me with your stories but you forgot what I had told you that nothing will work on me. I accept that I always acted foolish just to save our marriage but I have no reasons to dig the grave of my self respect. Not even your love has that power for which I should compromise with my self respect. I'll snatch everything from you and your so called parents. After that you all will be on roads. Or I should say behind the bars for doing fraud. My Deceitful Husband also deserves to get deceived from the love of his life. He should know the taste of deceit.

Mark had erased her from their life bit by bit, so slowly she hadn't even noticed until it was too late. But now she saw it. She saw everything. Elena Sterling had been the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect doormat for twelve years. Starting today, that was going to change. She opened her laptop and began typing her resignation from this life. Because if Mark wanted her gone, he was about to get his wish. But not the way he expected.

“Marriage is all about forgiveness. I’ve forgiven your father a lot of times, for various reasons, like he mentioned. One of those reason’s was Delilah. She used to work here for us, right in this mansion. She used to cook, clean, laundry, use to rotate with the other workers. Delilah was one of the youngest girls working here at that time. That was 25 years ago. She was around 20 when she was working here. She worked here for about a year. She was part of our first bunch of housekeepers we hired, so they were only about 10.” “Okay, mom, what actually happened?” I asked her. All these details were just making me more curious, building more suspension. “Slow down, Gen.” Dad told me. “I’ll get

Before I, Elden Huff, could answer, his much-younger wife, Hilda Ross, who'd been listening in nearby, snatched the phone away and started cursing at him over the line. "Cut us slack? Get back what? You're trash, Barron! Do you have a death wish?" "Stop the act, both of you. I run the house now, and today, not a single penny is getting knocked off." With that, she hung up with a sharp snap. Holding my phone, I stared at her, a woman barely my age, and found it all utterly absurd. My girlfriend, Mildred McClure, tugged on my sleeve and whispered, "Elden… Maybe we should just call the police?"

Martin is the first lady that insulted Marie. "Cecelia, tell me it's a lie. Tell me she's just saying it to make us turn against each other? You wouldn't do something like that to me, right? Sleep with my husband, right? Junior doesn't belong to my husband, right? His father died 18 years ago in a car crash, didn't he? Don't just keep quiet; answer my questions, Cecelia! Talk to me!" Mrs. Martin yells, holding tightly to her chest.