Dom Wife Story Novels & Stories

Dominik laughed, although Adine still hadn't accepted what was going on, at least she was starting to relax. “Of course, I have something to ask for tonight,” Dominik said without hesitation, Adine immediately shot him a glare. “From now on, I'll make you breakfast,” Dominik said, the woman in front of him instantly gawking. “You don't have to bother, Dominik. Then, what's the point of me being your wife,” Adine said. “Before we got married, I also cooked and cleaned the penthouse by myself if the temporary housekeeper didn't come,” Dominik replied.

They slide down our bodies, hands roaming and he covers me in passionate kisses. We make love on the couch in the living room. After that, we take a hot shower together and we lie, wrapped in a warm blanket. The dawn is breaking and we talk about before, the time we missed spending together. I tell him everything about Conor, too. “It was never a real marriage. But he made sure everyone believed it. I started asking him for a divorce as soon as I had more money. And then he began refusing. “ I rest my head against Dominic’s chest and feel his muscles shift as I say this.

“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.”

After a year of marriage, our attempts to conceive had been unsuccessful, which had caused Dominic to become distant from me. He spent countless hours outdoors and rarely returned home. As I hurried out of the hospital, my heart was filled with joy; I couldn't wait to share the wonderful news with my sister and celebrate together. Being married to a mafia Don, the family needed an heir, and I had struggled with infertility. But now, I finally had the chance to secure my position as Don’s wife. As soon as I parked in the penthouse garage, I jumped out of my car and rushed to the elevator. My heart raced with excitement, and I couldn't help but giggle as I ascended. I was determined to surpris

I felt Dominic walking closer to me. I dabbed the tears on my face and smiled a bit, recalling the good old days. “But after we got married, everything changed. It was as though everything was a stage play, the real Tavon came out”. “He began seeing other women, claiming he did not love me anymore and I was not good enough for him.” “After giving birth to Kai, he claimed I looked too old,” I said and laughed softly. “So he stopped giving me money” I felt a warm hand wrapped around me. “I’m sorry” came a low husky voice. “But I haven't seen any other woman since we got married.”

Before he turned and walked into his shower, I didn't miss the expression of satisfaction on his face seeing me on the floor, naked, denied, with face flaming in embarrassment. Long into the night, I burned at the mortification that not only did my husband not want me, I also realized Dom was still very much in love with his late wife. I felt like I'd been kicked in the guts when, few minutes after he brushed me off, I heard him call out his late wife's name as he jerked himself off in the shower.

“Only heard of his ex wife, he once had a wife and that was a past.” She shrugged apathetically. “Fortunately I'm still the only one he loves.” “Maybe?” “Tell me, did he pay you to pretend to be his wife? I know Richard would do anything to have me back, just tell me the truth darling. I promise I'm not going to tell a soul.” Charlene stifled the urge to laugh. She noticed that Henrietta was trying not to break down but her voice was about to fail her. “Pay me? That's ludicrous.”

So I made further inquiries and found out that it was true—Dominic and Katie, my true mate, had gotten divorced. Not so many people knew about the news because their marriage was exclusively private except when Dominic blurted it out in anger at that Miss. Wood’s irrational confession of her love for him and even though finding out the identity of the wife of the richest wolf in the city had become the next trendy thing, no one was able to find out her identity.

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.

he asked, voice low. Nico blinked, just once. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” Domonic said, stepping away from his chair. “She’s not your maid, Nico. She’s your wife. You think you can talk to her like that in front of us and we won’t say anything?” “I think,” Nico said with a slow, icy calm, “that what happens between my wife and I is none of your business.” Domonic laughed, once, sharp and bitter. “You made it our business the second you started letting some spoiled brat treat her like shit while you stood by and watched.”