Dom Wife Stories Novels & Stories

"Have you heard? The Ice King Daniel Crusher married some young girl - bet she's after his money." "That marriage won't last - he's way too cold to keep a young wife happy." "Word is she had a thing with his brother before landing him." That was the kind of gossip making the rounds in their social circles, and Camila heard every whisper.

They knew what these women had to endure here, but I suppose a pleasant aroma of food and a touch of luxury were enough for them to sell their mates to this repugnant man. "What were you up to all day, boys?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. The eye patch he wore reminded me of pirates. "We were running around hunting and took down some wild ones in our area to ensure no one encroaches on our territory," Edward replied confidently, but the look on Uncle Dom's face suggested he was not very impressed. Out came his latest wife, dressed in a purple gown with sparkling blue eyes and golden hair styled in voluminous curls. She was the least favored of his wives. Garlin knew how to take char

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? 'But you were already decided on marriage? Weren't you?' 'Listen to me, Chuka, is your sister ready to be my second wife?' Dom asked laughing as he did so. 'You must be joking!' 'Am not joking. You know I am an only son. So, my parents would even want me to marry as many wives as I am willing to have. But you know that is not possible here in Great Britain. If she accepts, therefore, we will run a distant marriage. And I promise to come home regularly to maintain the relationship.'

The group burst into laughter. Dominic leaned closer to my ear slightly. “Careful how far that story goes, Wife,” he murmured quietly. I flashed him a tiny smirk. Oh i'll be careful. Carefully find subtle moments to absolutely ruin you. Husband. He turned back to the group. “She’s exaggerating,” he said calmly. “Oh?” one woman asked. Dominic’s hand moved tighter around my waist. “My life would be meaningless without this woman.” The room went quiet for a second and my breath caught slightly as he pulled me in closer.

“My ex-wife…” Dom turns his attention to me, wondering what I'm talking about. I don't judge, I've never spoken of her, not least because she's a son of a bitch and she left at dawn while I was asleep, taking our savings and the car. Nowadays, she's married to someone else and has 4 children. But in the absence of a story, I'll have to improvise and use this one as a basis. “It's shocking. I found out when I hired you”, Dominique says.

"Is this your wife? I'm a senior in journalism at the University of Chicago. The flowers drew me in from outside—I hope I'm not intruding. Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?" The tension drained from Dominic's shoulders. He managed a small smile and said earnestly: "She's my wife. Though I never deserved her. She was... the most wonderful person in the world." The young reporter gathered her courage and stepped closer, letting out a soft gasp. "She's so beautiful! Your love story must've been incredible—you two look like a perfect match. And all these flowers... I've only ever seen something like this in novels." He carefully wiped down my headstone as he spoke:

"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.

she mocks. “I do,” Tom says, pulling out his phone and showing it to the woman. “That little girl isn’t his. The mother was badgering him to have an affair, and my son refused. The next day, he took his wife, thinking the child’s mother wouldn’t solicit anything while we waited for the results. My son’s wife never hurt the child and even brought her a gift. That woman then started accusing my son’s wife of vile things after planting reporters there.” “My granddaughter would never hurt a child. Anyone who knows her wouldn’t believe such stories.” Granma says.

"Let's finish our meal. I want to be here." Dom's smile was slow and approving. "That's my girl." There it was again. Those words that shouldn't make her chest feel warm but absolutely did. They finished lunch without any more interruptions, the conversation flowing easier than it should have between two people who barely knew each other. Dom made her laugh with stories. One time he'd gotten spectacularly lost in Vienna and ended up at a wedding for people he'd never met. "They fed me for three hours before anyone realized I wasn't the groom's cousin from America," Dom said, eyes dancing with amusement. "By then I'd already given a toast and danced with the bride's grandmother."