Dom Wife Story Novels & Stories

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

"How are you? How was everything?" “It's fine, Celeste. How was your trip?” Dominic replied, his expression unreadable. "Long." She sighed. Then she glanced at me, the way you glance at something you're not sure belongs in the room. "Who is she? Your new personal assistant? Maid? Why is she in your bedroom?" Okay, I think I really need to poke out her eyes. Cos why the hell would she call me a maid? “No, she's my wife.” Dominic replied, flatly. Look at the person that wrote in rule 6 that we shouldn't show people that we aren't romantically together, making it obvious that we aren't in love. Not like I care, though.

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.

Ralph sucked Rara’s bottom lip between his teeth as his hands strayed from her hips to the upper part of her thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. "Understand something," Ralph growled lowly against her lips. "You’re now our wife, no longer a daughter or sister but ‘ours’.” As one hand held her thigh, the other crept one hand held her thigh, the other crept up her flat stomach and possessively grabbed her plump bare breast. "I did you a favour. Your whore of a sister was eventually going to betray you, topolìno. This world is fucking selfish, it wouldn’t think twice before eating you up, then why are you feeling remorse for a wench who was ready to kill you to save her skin." Ralph continue

Plus, I don’t know what Kendra told him about me or my life. There is a knock on my door. “What?” I called. “Please let me explain,” Kendra replies. “Fine, come in,” I tell her. Kendra comes in and sits on the bed next to me. She seems nervous. “Tom approached me a month into your marriage, asking how you were treated. I told him not to well and that you needed out of the marriage. He promised that if Max ever hit you, you would be allowed to leave. Tom would come in about once a month for a haircut, and I gave him updates on what Max was doing. I never told him you violated your contract. Then Max came in under his dad’s name. He told me that you were miserable and wanted to help you. He kn

Belle added a smile. It’s Leo’s story to tell. He seems decent, almost nice enough to be her friend. Knowing his story would help her understand him more. “There’s not much to tell. I already have a family.” He added. It was like a rehearsed line, he said again and again. “But once upon a time, there was this lady, from a wealthy clan, who married an Italian entrepreneur. They were happy. It was a perfect marriage. In their world, there was nothing money couldn’t buy… and yet, a love match was a luxury. And they had it, not instantly, though.

"She's different from other women; she doesn't care about the extravagance of wealthy families." Shawn, annoyed, retorted, "How do you know she doesn't care?" Dom naturally wouldn't mention their heated argument in the car. He just replied with an expression of gloominess, "She's special." Special... Look, look, how easily misunderstood that statement could be! Shawn rubbed his temples, forcing himself to suppress his anger and not explode. "Ivy is my wife. So, please, play the role of a good brother. You've crossed the line." Dom, a momentary flash of surprise in his eyes, quickly regained composure.

After that we decided to go swimming and do some activities offered on the island. We went back to our room feeling exhausted. We just cuddle. We're too tired to do some other naughty things. We decided to watch a movie while cuddling. "I want to see you wife like that." Maru said. "What?" "Like the girl in that movie, get jealous and be possessive." “Weren’t you feel like your being choked?”

You’d think after we eliminate an enemy that I’d get a reprieve, but once you chop off one head, three more pop out to shit on your progress. As I walk back inside the mansion, I can’t help but smile, listening to Lucia chatting and laughing with Nikki and Julia. I haven’t heard her laughing like this, and it makes me incredibly happy knowing she’s possibly made friends with the two women. Dom is waiting for me in my office and as soon as I open the door, I can already tell he’s about to go off on a tangent. He’s been pissy since the women arrived here and is still adamant he’s not marrying Julia because of her apparent prejudice about him being in a wheelchair.

"What are you talking about?" "Her whole life is a disaster," Dominic said, leaning back against my desk like he owned the place. "She's been bleeding my wife dry for years. Made her sell her jewelry so she could buy designer bags. She pays for male escorts. Throws these dirty little parties. And she doesn't bother with protection. You know she had an abortion recently? Made my wife sit with her in the hospital. I'm guessing the kid wasn't yours." Dominic looked at me while he talked, enjoying himself.