Dom Wife Novels & Stories

Grandma Joni said, "Now, Wendy, you do not even know what a Doma is, now do you?" Grandma Joni asked and Natalia started to laugh. "There's the internet. We don't really need to stress to find out about information like that, you know?" Wendy said and took out her phone. "Okay then, look it up, insolent girl." Grandma Joni said, now taking Delilah's hair in sections and plaiting them into long braids. Wendy started to mutter words while going through the internet. "Demon slayer, housing, tech company, Defense of marriage act—"

Her elegant dress tight to her wide hips, symptom of fertility, her hair arranged in an elegant bun and her jewelry that did not go unnoticed were a sign of who was the woman of that house. Aidan wanted to laugh, but held back the urge. Apparently the woman didn't like him at all, and she showed it with every pore of her body. At least Aidan knew where Dominic got part of his stubborn and hard character from. But that was nonsense if you put it in blueprints. They were two omegas, they were the last of society, they should be supporting each other, not looking for fights like two surly cats, at least on that omega's part. -Ophelia approached Dominic and did not hesitate to kiss his cheek wit

“Everything with you becomes about us.” “Someone is threatening you.” The line went quiet. Damien lowered his voice. “I don't know who it is yet, but until I do, you're staying somewhere I can protect you.” Sophia swallowed. “I don't need you to protect me.” “Maybe not,” Damien replied. “But you're my wife now.” Her heart tightened at those words. “We're not really married.” “To everyone else, we are.” “And to you?” Damien paused. He didn't know why that simple question suddenly felt so difficult to answer.

"That woman. She wanted trophy husband, not real partner. Always worried about appearances, never about feelings." "But she's back. She wants to marry him." "She wants his money and his name. Not same thing." Mrs. Kowalski meets my eyes. "Mr. Dominic is good man. Stubborn, closed off, but good heart. He just needs someone to see it." "I'm not that someone. I'm leaving after the babies are born." "We'll see," she says mysteriously. That afternoon, Dominic comes home early. I'm on the couch reading pregnancy books.

He said in a serious but soft voice. “We are always together. And we don’t have a problem.” I persisted. “Really? Then why are you becoming distant and cold?” He asked. “I'm always like this. I'm named in our campus as Mara the Ice Princess remember? So its just normal.” “That's how they named you. But not me. For me, you are the sweetest and the most beautiful wife. And I really miss my wife.” He said kind of frustrated. “Hon please believe. There’s no truth in dad’a accusation.”

"Or how about you forcing the handmaid recruits in to the Art chambers to do to them as you please. And how could I forget the fact that you raised your hand on my wife?" I saw it. Dom's calm expression was cracking at the mere mention of Frost. I'd also seen how terrified he'd looked when he saw Frost at the dining table. He was the first to recognize her before Cassian and Damon. No matter how much the two betrayed the Kingdom, Dom had actually raised his hands on my wife, had left a mark on her face, much like Dorian had done months ago. "That was a misunderstanding." He tried to argue. "A misunderstanding? How was that a misunderstanding?"

Bella I married for money and not for love. I dumped the fact that there may be people who care about me, and there were those who faked it. While the wedding certificates were being signed by my contract husband, I lived in the delusional state that this was not a contract, it was real. Mr. Blackwood will definitely not frame that contract, and Valerie? She can't do more than give me a dead stare from her seat. Moving around to get to a better position to have my signatures on the marriage certificate made me feel nauseous.

Katina says. "I would love too," I say to her I turn to Luca and Whisper in his ear "I gonna try to find out from one of these wives who shot up our wedding," "Be careful," he says and kisses my temple and before I leave I say "Niko" and leave. "how long have my husband and yours know each other," I ask Katina "Oh they've know each other for a while their quite loyal to each other I do want to warn you about some of the other Mafia wives their a little Bertel some of them not all of them of course," she says

"Who are you calling the other woman? Anna is my wife. She was the one I married." Wilson moved to stand by me, his hand finding my shoulder. "Rowena, enough with the drama, okay?" It was a relief to hear him defend me, but the way he scolded Rowena, trying to hold back his anger, it still felt like he was taking sides. Suddenly, he seemed like a stranger to me. Maybe the love we had was just a mirage, nothing more than the sweet phase every couple goes through at the start. "What did you just say?" Rowena was even more shocked by Wilson's declaration than by the slap. Her eyes were huge as she pointed at me, her voice shaking. "You say she's your wife? Then what am I? We're married!"

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.