Don Little Wife Novels & Stories

He said coldly as if he weren't speaking to someone who was having an emotional breakdown. “Claire doesn't have to prepare dinner. I will go and prepare dinner.” Mrs. Wilson said defensively. “What? You are defying your husband because of that brat?” Old Lady Wilson said coldly. “Mother, I don't care what you think. Claire is my daughter and will always be.” Mrs. Wilson said firmly, not backing down. Her husband and mother-in-law, together with her daughters, have gone crazy. Before anyone could say anything, Claire suddenly spoke up…

“He says we can’t live at home anymore.” “Is this how you act in front of a child?” I ask calmly. Daniel looks at me, his eyes full of hate, “You can have the whore and her bastard.” An evil smile tugs at the corner of his lips, “Wait, if you’re here? Where is your wife? Does she know about all this?” Trying to keep my voice neutral, I say, “Don’t worry about my wife. She’s an amazing woman.” “I’m sure she is. But does she like sleeping in a cold bed? A place in mine just became available.” Daniel taunts.

“I told you that I’m fine. I don’t know why you’re don’t all of these for just a small injury.” The doctor stopped flipping and frowned at the chart. “Hm.” Shane raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong?” “No,” the doctor said slowly. “Just… a note here I hadn’t seen earlier.” I stood, now curious. “What is it?” The doctor looked up at me. “Who are you, ma’am?” “Oh,” I smiled and stretched out my hand. “I’m Lucy Wilson, his wife.” The doctor nodded. “Anyways, the note here says that you’re the brother of a Dwayne.”

, Daniella interrupted and finally looked up from her phone, the others turned to her astonished. "Woah! So you can look up from that thing in your hands for once huh?" Flourish asked rhetorically and she snorted. "What?" She asked, looking at them. "Hmm, palaver!" Chinny said. "Dino Escobar's wife", Orlanda called and they bursted into laughter. "Hey, don't even go there. She might not only end up commiting suicide, she might as well bury herself this time", Winifred said and they laughed, Daniella twisted her lips.

They were curious about what was going on between them. “Bella, what’s your relationship with the Don? He seems to adore you.” “So, the rumors are true. The Don never took an interest in women before because he already has one.” “Looks like she’s the future Mrs. Wade. We’d better stay on her good side.” My parents stood proudly in the center of the crowd, beaming with pride at their younger daughter. They used to brag about me being the Don's wife until Gideon publicly warned them to keep their mouths shut. After that humiliation, they started resenting me more and more.

At that moment, Nico Costa appeared in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes as he hurried over. An agitated Dante grabbed him by the collar. "Where's my wife? Where did she go? Have you seen her?" Nico looked bewildered. "Isn't the madam in her room? Where else would she be?" Even the household staff knew I had no other family in Luncy and no close friends either. Apart from Dante, I had virtually no social circle of my own.

For a moment he slipped an arm around my waist, clearly about to escort me out, but his phone rang before we could take a step. He answered, listened for a few seconds, and then slowly let go of me. “Take Donna to the hospital,” he instructed one of his men. Then he looked back at me, his tone as steady as if we were discussing a routine business matter. “Elena, I have something to handle. I’ll check on you later.” I stared at him in disbelief. “Victor, I’m your wife. Someone just drugged me, and you’re sending me to the hospital alone?”

It hit the floor with a small sound too loud, too heavy for such a small thing. Her ears started ringing. No. It must be another Michael. Carter is a common name... right? It's has to be.But her hands weren't steady as she read it again. Michael Carter. Not just any Michael. Her Michael. Her husband.Her chest tightened so badly she forgot how to breathe.Sarah's voice came softly. "He didn't tell you, did he?"Jessica looked up slowly.Sarah's smile wasn't kind. It wasn't cruel either. It was worse than both it was calm.

Her eyes were full of displeasure as she looked at me. "Elliot, you went behind my back. You already have the divorce license. What exactly do you want? "I don't get it. These are all small things. Why do you have to make such a big scene? Aren't husbands and wives supposed to be a team? Supposed to work together? "Why can't you be like other men—considerate, understanding? Why do you always have to fight me on everything? Tell me. What are you trying to accomplish by acting like this?"

❧ “W…would you like s…some t…tea, miss?” The maid beside me stammers, eyes wide with fear. I don’t blame her. Word about Lena’s death has spread through the house, and now no one wants to come near me. “Sure. I’ll have some tea” my voice sounds cold, even to my own ears. “Has my husband returned?” “No miss. There’s still no sign of Mr. Delacruz.” The maid croaks, hands trembling by her sides.