Dom Wife Story Novels & Stories

And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break. Emelia curled tighter into the armchair, her body trembling. She thought of her wedding day, of the Reverend’s booming voice as he declared their vows. She thought of the accident that had brought her into this family, and of the man who had rescued her from the ruins of her old life. Now he was asking her to ruin herself in return.

The air crackled with an irresistible energy, and I knew this would be a night to remember—a night of passion and profound connection. My wife, exhausted from our shared intimacy, succumbed to sleep. I carefully carried her back to the mansion, guided by the moonlight. Her weight was insignificant, and I cherished the sight of her peacefully slumbering in my arms. Our love had been consummated, and I couldn't help but hope that she found as much satisfaction in our union as I did. With a smirk, I reveled in the knowledge that I had given my all to our love.

I added, prompting a wave of playful teasing from the elders hanging out at the store across the street. "My goodness! Look at that, Dominic used to be just a little boy, but now he's practically on his way to getting married," another joked, making me smile. "Raegan, dear, take good care of Dominic, alright? Sitio Maligaya Uno loves that boy dearly," Mang Weng chimed in, causing my girlfriend to nod with a warm smile. "Of course, Mang Weng! Dominic will be showered with absolute love in my arms," my wife replied, making my heart skip a beat.

"Yes, do it. Just tell me which days so I won't pick him up." He could do that, he could be more flexible and in return sit beside her in silence for a while. He always approached like this, in silence; he could stay by her side and then leave in the same way. But as the weeks passed, more talk began in the house about the boss's coldness and the wife's distance. They were supposed to be a newly married couple, she was young and beautiful, and he should not be able to keep his hands off her. And yet, they slept in separate rooms. Rumors soon reached Camila, and she decided to verify them herself. But since she hadn't been on good terms with Daniel after he introduced her, she hadn't returned

“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.

" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform? Naomi's face went cold as she stepped up. I pulled her back. Talia smirked. "What? Hit a nerve?" I gave a small smile and shook my head. "Talia, I shouldn't have kept you tied to me. We're done. You walk away with nothing, pay back what you owe, and get out of my hotel." She lost it. "No way! Half of everything is mine—you're not taking it all!" I let out a short laugh. "If I want, you don't get a dime. But tell me—those two kids... whose are they?"

he said, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear, “I didn’t know you were interested in my personal affairs.” Mr. Dom let out a laugh, raising his hands slightly. “Oh no, nothing like that. I’m just curious, that’s all.” Vincenzo gave a small nod. “Alright. Since you asked, I’ll let you know.” He turned his head toward Anna. “This pretty woman beside me is my wife.” A wave of murmuring rippled through the room. Guests turned to one another, whispering behind their hands, eyes widening with surprise. Mr. Dom’s eyebrows lifted. “Your wife?” he repeated.

Stress, depression, and the loneliness that gnawed at her soul drove Vivienne to seek comfort in food until her body swelled out of control. Ironically, after two years of marriage, let alone having a child, Dominic had never even touched her once. The man treated her as nothing more than an outdated decoration, a humiliating virgin wife. “Are you planning to hide in here until the event is over, Vivienne?” That cold baritone voice shattered Vivienne’s thoughts. Dominic Thorne, her husband, stood by the connecting doorway in a custom-made suit that wrapped perfectly around his tall, well-built body. Perfect. A word that contrasted sharply with Vivienne’s appearance tonight.

Just like every other citizen of country A they had also seen the proposal video and heard clearly everything their son said word for word. " No way he took up his romantic side from me don't lie about this issue ok." Mother Mu argued. " Whatever you say. Anyways I am happy he finally found his childhood lover, but the thing is why didn't he tell us and we almost set an engagement for him. " " Thank goodness we didn't if not we would have to face his coldness again." While they were discussing their second son just arrived and announced his presence. " Mom, Dad I'm home."