Dom Wife Story Novels & Stories

Dom mumbled, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You don't have to smile." I teased him. "I know I'm terrible at smiling." He laughed. "Who told you that?" I mocked. "My wife...my wife told me that I'll scare ladies away with my smile." Dom revealed, still laughing softly. "I love your wife." I smiled. "You know what she said to me during her birthday?" Dom asked. I shook my head softly, "What did she say?" "She said she lied about my smile. That she was scared if she told me my smile was beautiful, that I'll go ahead and smile to all the ladies here." Dom sighed.

Close enough to wonder what kind of man carried that story for two years and still got up in the morning looking like stone. “Who took her?” she whispered. His eyes returned to hers. “I don’t know.” The bedroom door unlocked behind them. Slowly. Mrs Vale gasped. Adrian moved instantly, pulling Elena behind him again, but not before she saw the door open by inches. A man’s voice came from the hallway, old and cold and pleased. “Send in the contract wife.”

"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:

“I was trying to fix it. I thought... I thought I could handle it on my own.” “Well, you can’t,” Dom says, blunt as ever. “You’re my sister, Nina. You’re not alone.” I want to argue, but I don’t have the energy. I sit down on the edge of the bed, staring at the half-packed suitcase in front of me. “There’s something else,” I say quietly. “Something I didn’t tell you.” “What?” Dominic asks, suspicion clear in his tone. “I... I wasn’t just working for Jaxon,” I admit, my heart pounding in my chest. “I was married to him.”

Earlier, Dominic had noticed Tom from a distance. After all, no one wore a cotton jacket in June, yet nobody else seemed to find it strange. No one even glanced at him. Tom watched a scantily dressed woman walk into a small residential compound in the alley. Only then did he lower his gaze and say painfully, "She… is my wife. No. To be precise, she's my ex-wife." Dominic raised an eyebrow. He had noticed the woman's heavy makeup as well. It seemed Tom's story would be an interesting one.

She could hear his broken voice as he pleaded, "But I have told you the truth, baby! This is the only truth. I promise no more secrets, I swear! Little Wolf, please. The whole story was true, every word, believe me-" Iris almost screamed and thankfully it was almost midnight and no eavesdropping ears could hear for blocks, "BELIEVE YOU? Dom, you made out with me right on top of the very dungeon where your ex-wife was lying in eternal misery! And you had the audacity to promise me a loving eternity, when the first woman you loved lay rotting, tied up in a magical prison cell? How am I supposed to believe you that if anything happened to me, you wouldn't do that to me either? Not relieving the

Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy A trace of panic flickered across Krystal’s face. She averted her gaze and held her tongue. Dale Abbot, on the other hand, approached me with two glasses of red wine in hand. He said, “Don’t get upset, sir. Since you can’t give Ms. Markham kids, she borrowed my sperm to produce heirs. No one is taking your place as her husband.” While downing the glass of wine, Dale handed me the other drink and uttered, “I’m counting on you to take good care of my children.”

I just clenched my teeth, refusing to glorify his words with a response. "Search the room!" Dominic growled at the warriors. "Don't stop until you find my wife!" I narrowed my eyes, a cold anger running hot in my veins. "What wife? You don't have a wife anymore. Selena is my wife now, I thought I already made that clear the other day. You had something so precious, and you couldn’t keep her or your kids. You did what you always do, brother. Chase away the people who actually love you."

Her stepbrother, Matt, had been with her throughout the day, not resting, unlike her husband, who had claimed he had some pressing work to take care of, while that was just an excuse. Earlier that day, he had met his mistress. While his wife ran around, trying to save their baby, he had been in the arms of another woman. Dominic had never liked lactating mothers. He hates mothers, generally, and intends to divorce his wife now that her curves have filled out. The idea of a child had all been Mara's. She wanted one, and he gave it to her even though he didn't want it. Mara didn’t know about it. She didn’t know that her ‘loving’ husband was planning on divorcing her. She had felt his withdrawa

When he reached for my towel, I squeezed my eyes shut and trembled as I felt it drop from my body, exposing my entire body to him. I kept counting in my head and also tried to control how hard I was trembling, as I felt long, cold fingers against my bare skin. That wasn’t a foreign feeling, but it felt more dangerous this time. The tears came when I was picked up and discarded into the bed like a doll, making me gasp out fearfully while staring up at my husband. My bottom lip was wobbling and I could feel tears building up in my eyes, as Damien sank into the bed atop me.