Dom Wife Novels & Stories

Thomas pulls some papers out of the folder, “I have the contract here. As you can see, Maxwell signed his. The contract explains that in the case of abuse or infidelity that you are allowed to file without penalties. In two years, if you have no feelings for my son, you are welcome to divorce him without penalties and I will continue to fund your father’s care. If you divorce him before the two-year mark, then you pay back everything that was invested plus penalty fees. You won’t be entitled to any assets until five years of marriage. If he files for divorce before the two years, then you are not liable.” My mind is racing with different thoughts. I pick up the contract and begin to scan thr

“He’s right. You were such a good girl for us. Moaning and begging like the perfect family slut. Your husband has no idea what a filthy, cockhungry wife he married tonight.” I blushed deeply, but the dirty words sent another fresh pulse of heat through my core. Their cum continued to drip down my thighs as I stood there naked between them. “Get dressed, sweetheart,” Dom said, his tone softening again as he handed me my wedding dress. “You need to sneak back to your husband before he wakes up. But know this — this isn’t the end. Not even close.”

I can only stay rooted to my feet and watch with parted lips as he glows. “Dom?” He stops laughing when a faint voice calls for him and he turns to the door the same time my eyes goes there. My fingers digs into my palms because I know who’s waiting for him behind the door and when Dom turns back to me, he says, “That’s my wife.” He winks, and I force a smile, pretending my heart didn’t shatter at hearing him refer to another woman with that term. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

This position makes me feel my hole tighten, my stomach is so tight that it makes it hard for me to breathe. "Ah... Thrist it in real deep." Dominic patted my butt a few times, his hand gripping my waist, his fingers occasionally touching my pink nipples and rubbing them gently. "You're too sexy, my wife." "Don't tease me." I embarrassedly covered my face with my hands, not expecting him to suddenly call me his wife. We just officially confessed our feelings to each other, can be considered as lovers. The fact that I'm Dominic's fiancée is just a title, it's unlikely to ever come true, though I do wish it did.

The two were close friends, but his son Adam learned nothing from the man in front of him. "I remember you got married seven years ago, but then Adam couldn't come back to attend, he always agonized about it." Mr. Anda continued. "It's okay, I didn't notice that." Dominic gently shook the wine glass in his hand. “You are so generous Dominic, I heard Miss Violet Taylor is a famous designer. She's brilliant, but I've never met her." Mr. Anda laughed happily. Dominic was pleased when Mr. Anda praised his wife, saying: “My wife is the most talented and beautiful woman I have ever met. I'd like to take you to see her too, she's…”

Adelynn sleepily said, her eyes still closed. His smile widened, the fondness in his eyes growing. She had called him 'Dom'. If that wasn't progress, he didn't know what it was. "Yes, I'm back" he responded and she opened her eyes only halfway, peering up at him, sleepily. "You look tired" she commented. "It has been a long day" Dominic said as he began to unbuckle his wristwatch. "Were you able to convince your clients that the rumours were false?" His wife asked, not taking her eyes off him.

Did any person tell you I have another wife here? 'Dom.' 'Yes.' 'Please, come straight to the question so that we know how best to sort things out over here.' 'I don't understand.' 'Dom, who is the lady that answered the phone when my sister called some hours ago?' 'Well, I don't understand who you are talking about.' 'Okay, who's the lady that picked the phone now?' 'Well, why do you want to know. If your sister and I were friends over there, don't I have the right to live my life the way I feel alright for myself here in this far, cold country?'

“And you’re still showing up to these boring old things. Where’s Lila tonight? I thought she’d be dragging you onto the dance floor by now.” Julian said as he poured the champagne Dominic chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “She’s home with the little one. Teething like a demon and refusing to sleep unless she’s the one walking him around. Said she’d rather handle that than another night of small talk with people who only remember her name when they need a favor.” Julian nodded, a faint pang hitting him at the casual mention of family. Dominic had built the real thing — a wife who loved him, a son who adored. Julian had only built walls and pushed away people that loved him.

How could he kiss her like that… while I’m still his wife? I clutched the doorframe, my nails digging into the wood. My chest heaved with silent sobs. Six years of quiet sacrifices, late nights waiting for him, swallowing my loneliness, pretending his coldness was just stress, all of it meant nothing. He dismissed me as if our marriage were a forgotten contract, easily erased. Just as I forced my trembling legs to turn and walk away, Selena’s voice drifted out again, soft and mocking. “It must have been so hard on you, Dom,” she whispered against his mouth, her fingers playing with his tie. “Getting married to someone you didn’t love. Pretending all these years. But I’m back now. Tell me… wh

"She's basically inhuman. Her daughter was in critical condition, her dad died in an accident, and her husband had heart problems, yet she was still out there, having fun with her side piece. Does she have any shred of humanity left?" "If she never loved her husband, why get married in the first place?" "Why do I feel like that other man looks kind of familiar…" The once-joyous wedding venue had turned into a total disaster zone. I didn't just expose the videos—I also hired people to completely trash the place. The friends who'd come to celebrate all slipped away with their heads down, and many of them gave Janice looks full of contempt, especially the company's business partners.