Novel & Cerita Dominant Wife Story

He cautioned his wife but she was in the mood to let it go. " If am a crybaby then what are you, you are also crying and you are complaining about mine you Old Man." She shouted at him. " Oh I didn't even know I think something flew in to my eyes unexpectedly." he lied without batting and eye. But when his wife glared at him he had to come to terms with her and forget about his image. " Ok fine I admit ok it was tears of joy. Now I can be rest assured that my princess will be in save hands." He said trying to change the topic.

"The core technology was my development. Elena helped with some administrative tasks in the early days, but the innovative work was mine." Elena stared at her husband as he rewrote their history in real time. Administrative tasks? She had literally written the code that built his empire. "How modest of you, Elena," Catherine said. "It must be satisfying to see your husband's success, even if you prefer to stay behind the scenes now." Elena looked at Catherine, then at Mark's warning expression, then back at Catherine. This was her chance to stay quiet, to be the good wife, to not make waves.

her frown deepened “It’s just a little discipline a husband gives to his wife” Nuella wanted to ask if it was how he disciplined her grandmother but she refrained from saying such since that would only make him remember her and feel sad. “Really?” “Yes” Oliver answered as he came down the stairs Nuella turned towards him and frowned at him “Is that what the scriptures told husbands?” Nuella widened her eyes at her own statement. Oliver and her grandfather gave her a shocked look. “Says the wife that doesn’t have a single Bible”

They never lasted, and they never even got to the stage of being his wife—even if it was a fake one, but I did. It felt like an achievement. It was like doing reputational insurance that other women never got to experience. “I'm his first wife,” I repeated it to myself like I was casting some evil spell. “I'm his first wife.” It was indeed an achievement. I buried myself in those thoughts till darkness covered the sky and I didn't even realise. That evening, Alex got back happy. It was a rare scenario. “My beautiful darling,” he uttered. My brows were furrowed in confusion. He never added any endearments to my calling.

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.”

I ran my hand over the back of the couch and sat down, letting out a long breath I felt like I had been holding for weeks. It was the right thing to do, leaving like that. I kept telling myself that over and over. Being Dominic's wife wasn't my place from the beginning. It was supposed to be Ava's. If I had just said no when she asked me to stand in at the wedding, or if I had told Dominic the truth that all the times we spent together, night when he took my veil off and looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, none of this would have happened. I wouldn't have fallen so hard for him. I wouldn't be sitting here now with my heart feeling like it had been ripped out.

She smirked. "Please, he has been nothing but a pawn since his lowly bitch of a mother died," she said with a chilly laugh. Saffron gripped Elric's arm tightly, warning him to stay. The king glowered at his wife. "How dare you!" he hissed and stood, his hand reaching for the blade at his waist. She looked amused with him. The other princes began to stir uncertainly, some standing.

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.

"Who are you calling the other woman? Anna is my wife. She was the one I married." Wilson moved to stand by me, his hand finding my shoulder. "Rowena, enough with the drama, okay?" It was a relief to hear him defend me, but the way he scolded Rowena, trying to hold back his anger, it still felt like he was taking sides. Suddenly, he seemed like a stranger to me. Maybe the love we had was just a mirage, nothing more than the sweet phase every couple goes through at the start. "What did you just say?" Rowena was even more shocked by Wilson's declaration than by the slap. Her eyes were huge as she pointed at me, her voice shaking. "You say she's your wife? Then what am I? We're married!"

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."