Dom Wife Novels & Stories

Did I hear that right? She was threatening me? Ever since we got married, I worked from home and barely showed up at the company. She figured I was jobless, living off her—throwing me a thousand bucks a month so I wouldn't starve. I never touched it. Everything I wore, everything I owned—it was all custom. She just couldn't tell. So to her, I was just some stray waiting for scraps. "Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change."

Dominic withdrew himself from me, lying on his back with his head on his pillow. I closed the magazine and put on back on the nightstand before lying on my side, facing him. "Dom," I called him softly, trying to figure out what was going through his mind. "Yes?" he hummed, turning to lie on his side and face me. "Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked him the question I'd been dying to ask since I walked down the aisle towards him. He stretched his hand to my face, tucking my hair behind my ear lightly. "I don't," he replied firmly. "I have a wife and she's very beautiful."

It also didn’t sound like one from Ria’s family either. “She was Domani’s wife. The love of his life that he left our world for.” My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened. “I killed my brothers lover. The woman he risked it all for. My father holds a grudge like no one else I know. He let him go but it was never the end. He found her. And I killed her. She was normal. She was from a normal family. Went to college. Had a degree and a normal job as a vet. They have four children together. They were still together and still loved each other after all this time.”

"We are married. You work too hard." Dominic looked down at her hand. He took a step back. The physical distance he created felt freezing. "Do not call me Dom," he said. His tone held zero warmth. "Only my friends call me that. You are my wife on paper." Jasmine lowered her arm. Her face turned red. "I am your wife." "I married you because you saved me and brought me my son," Dominic replied. "I took responsibility for Luca's mother. You have my name, my money, and my protection. Do not expect affection. Go back to your room."

When he lifted his eyes to me and caught me watching, he gave me crooked smile. "I just want to say, Vee, I love watching your pussy so much." Over me, Dominic grunted disapprovingly. "Is that why you painted her naked and hung her painting in your private attic." I froze. How did Dominic know about that? Gaius also had a shocked expression on his face as well and I almost thought both me were about to resume their fight, but then Dominic spoke. "If you know you want to have that pussy, you can't go easy on her." My husband reached forward and fumbled one of my boobs, squeezing my puckered nipples so hard, my pussy squeezed out a hot trail of wetness. "My wife loves it hard and punishing."

Dominic was actually relaxing for once, it seamed like the past two years had been non stop, he had formed more alliances and officiated more treaties than he thought possible and it had cost him, his Mate had become distant, he was sleeping in his office, just a year ago, he and Valaria were talking about having children, now he couldn’t even remember the last time they slept in the same room. “Dom, we need to talk.” Valaria said from the doorway to his office, she still had that amazing glow to her, the olive skin and black hair, the scent of honey; it was enough to awaken Dominic’s Wolf who began clawing at him to touch her.

“Oh, yeah? Tell me it’s not true then. You want to ship me off, despite my several pleadings. I don’t want to marry.” “Okay, hold up.” I looked at Dom. “Adonis told me last night that you went to Washington for business.” “Not for business,” Ros scoffed. “Well, technically, it is business, right? To trade me off like a fucking chess piece?” “You know, no one will marry you if you keep that behaviour up.” Dom’s tone was harsh with scrutiny. “Does my behaviour offend you, brother? Or are you afraid that it will scare off your perfect little brother-in-law or perhaps insult his big male ego?”

“Does my little wife finally realize my identity, or do I have to tell her again?” Sophie’s mouth fell open, her cheeks flushing a deep red. “You… you’re really…” Dominic chuckled, pulling her closer. “Yes, Sophie. I am Dominic Williams. And you,” he said, his voice softening, “are my wife.” I stood there, completely stunned. My sister, the girl who had grown up in hardship, was married to one of the most powerful men in the world. And from the way Dominic looked at her, it was clear that he adored her.

But how could he, if he had no heir? Emelia’s chest tightened as she recalled the desperation in his eyes. “Do you know what my people will call me if this comes out?” he had whispered. “Nwoke na-adịghị ike. A weak man. A curse. And worse, they will call you barren. You, Emmy. They won’t care whose fault it is. You’ll bear the shame with me.”a His words had sliced through her like a blade, because she knew he was right. In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame.

So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?" Celeste had gotten dressed and had put on her shoes. Her bags were also packed. "How would I know that? The bottom line is—you have a deal as long as you pay up." Perplexed, I asked, "Are you best friends with my wife, then?" Suddenly, Celeste directed her gaze toward me, her expression extremely seductive. "It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day.