Novel & Cerita Dominant Wife Stories

Laughter erupted between them, light and healing. Just then, August peeked his head in. “Ah, so you’re the one delaying her, Chisom.” “Ahh! Bro August, abeg o! My hand no dey inside.” Chisom raised her palms in mock surrender. She rose from the bed and dusted off her dress. “I should be going. It looks like Mr. Romantic wants to take his beautiful wife out. Let me not interfere.” “Love you, babe,” Emelia called after her.

“I called Adara and said that Lyra and Zachery would come to her place. I have nothing to worry about.” Ah, Tristan nodded his head in understanding. “But are you sure she will obey you? You know how Adara is, Dominic. Especially with Lyra. She knows Lyra is your wife, too. Do you think she wouldn’t feel sorry for Lyra? How complicated. You have two wives. And your second wife didn’t know about your first wife who lied weakly in the hospital bedroom. In a coma. Oh my God, you are so mean, Dominic.”

He was tall and muscular if it wasn’t for his receding hair line and very obvious silver hair one would think he is in his forties. Nathan’s eyes widened slightly when he saw me but kept his posture in front of the man. “Who are you beautiful?” I blushed slightly and looked at Nathan, he came forward and placed a comforting hand on my back. “This is my wife Anastasia Beth Dominic.” “Ah... the woman behind his success.” I chuckled. “I wouldn’t call myself that. His work is his own without any external help.” The man smiled, “You have got yourself a proud wife Mr. Dominic.”

The honor of a man who has been humiliated by his wife makes Dominic angry, he smiles crookedly and perverts and looks at her: “You think so? If that's the case, then I need to correct your thinking." Violet didn't take the danger in Dominic's eyes and smile, she just found it funny. A powerful and rich man who also has the name of a handsome man who has a lot of women pursuing him, but he can't touch women like that if it's not 'impotent' and physically weak, other than that, Violet knew no other cases. After dinner, Violet buried herself in the blueprints again, sometimes feeling that if she hadn't married Dominic Barker she would have married her job because she loved it so much.

“I need a wife, someone who can give me a child. An heir to my empire. And you… you are perfect.” Perfect. She’d heard that word before, from men who thought they could mold her into what they wanted, but Dominic wasn’t just a man. He was a wolf, she could sense it in the way he looked at her, the way his presence filled the room. “And if I say no?” she challenged, though the words felt weak on her tongue. She already knew the answer. Dominic’s smile widened, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Then your brother dies. Simple.”

"No question." In the background, Lucia was saying, "I win, I win." I laughed to hear it. Soon she'd have her own child to play with. "Were you always this way?" "A Dominant? No. It started about eight or nine months ago. My wife, Julia, was always reading these books about women taken in sexual slavery, some of it science fiction, abducted by aliens or the like. I read a couple of her books and asked her if she'd like to experience it for real. I'd become her dominant and she'd be my slave, just as an experiment for three weeks. At the end of it, she didn't want it to end. She wanted to remain my slave."

She started making up lies to Brian — to me — claiming Dominic had taken her to car shows, claiming they were spending entire weekends together. Except here’s the problem. Every “car show” she bragged about? I was the one standing next to my husband. And while he was walking around admiring engines, I was texting her as Brian. “Wow, he sounds amazing.” “You must feel special.” All while watching him buy lemonade ten feet away. She swore he was with her. He was with me. She created stories to compete with a woman she didn’t even know was his wife. And Dominic? He never suspected a thing.

Dominik said in a cold tone. "Honey, who is she?" asked Adine as she clung to Dominik's arm. "What? Honey?" She gaped wide-eyed. "She is my wife," Dominik replied. "Not the kind of thing you mean." "Wife?" The woman was genuinely surprised. "You must be pretending." She said sarcastically. "What business is it of yours anyway? I've never been interested in you to warm my bed either." The woman seemed to have a beard fire. Her legs went limp as if unable to support the weight of her own body at the insult Dominik threw out.

For a long moment he said nothing at all, and the silence between them felt worse than any shouting match they'd ever had. "Sophia's had this for months," he said eventually, not looking at her. "Maybe longer. Which means Whitmore's had it just as long. Which means my rival has been sitting on a story that makes my wife look like a liar and me look like a man who can't tell the difference, waiting for the exact moment it would do the most damage." "I know." "And instead of telling me the truth, you let me walk into a public statement in an hour with no idea what I'm defending."

he said, "you wouldn't have had a story like that to defend. I wasn't giving you one worth telling." "You are now," Elena said simply, and let that be enough, the two of them standing there in the ordinary light of their kitchen, the northern parcels and Renata Cole and the shareholder call all fading into the background of something steadier and more permanent than any of it a marriage two strangers in a conference room might glimpse for a moment and, without quite meaning to, come away believing in.