Don Little Wife Novels & Stories

“Did he think it was too little money? Well, give him more! I don’t care how much money it takes. Get that standby heart ready!” Adam immediately scraped and bowed and apologized. “Miss Pascal, that crazy man actually claimed to be your husband! He even said…” Adam subconsciously wanted to keep all this under wraps, but he said the rest of it at Elena’s glare, “He even said that the heart belongs to your mother-in-law.”

She simply allows it. “You are mocking my wife,” Dante says evenly. “And by doing that, you are mocking my name.” I lean forward, refusing to back down. “She was nothing before you. She was a liability, a problem I already solved.” Dante turns fully toward me. “Say it again.” His voice is quiet, controlled and dangerous. I shouldn’t. I do anyway. “You picked her up from the gutter,” I say. “I just put her there first.” That’s when he moves.

He let out rudely. Dillon's mother, Jessica, sat on the visitor's couch, placing her leg on one another and watching the drama unfolding keenly. She was enjoying it. "She is not your wife, Dillon," She shouted, stomping her feet frustratingly. She was demoralized. At this point, she knew it would be very hard for Dillon to believe what she said especially when he could only remember Mirabel and his mother. "Then who is my wife?" He asked. "Me! Look at me, Dillon. This is Ivy. I am your wife," She took his hands and placed them on her face.

"This is about where this Family goes for the next ten years. It is not your chance to score points off Dia." "Could you act like a Donna? Try thinking before you speak. If you have anything to think with." They went on, and they didn't see me around the corner. I let out a quiet breath. When God was building Lillian, He'd spent everything on her face. Sometimes I wondered if her brain was the size of a walnut. Previous life she'd only been his mistress. Her job was to look beautiful at parties. This time she was his wife and future Donna, and the stupidity was on full display.

I'm worried sick about you '. After reading this text, Asher saw the changes in his wife's expression. He noticed how she re-read the text again before looking away sadly. Her cheerfulness had changed in the space of a few minutes. " Forgive me, Dr Julian... " Mini began but Julian corrected halfway. " Julian. It's fine. Don't be so respectful " " Uhm... " Mini is clearly disturbed by the offer of calling her boss's wife by name but she continues anyway. " This Donny that called and you disconnected, is it the same Donny Star, the famous Hollywood actor? "

~DANTE~ My search for Lola has been going on for more than six months now. I have refused to allow Candice to visit my house for nearly three months. I broke things off with Candice, but the girl seemed not to get the message. I don’t want her; I only want Lola, my wife. Candice suggested that we become friends. She kept me company and knew when not to cross the line. I will never forget what I promised my wife. I promised her that I would be her prince as long as she remained the princess, but I fell short. I had let her down. I took her innocence and told her we couldn’t work. She was the woman I married, the love of my life, but I failed our love. I didn’t have sex with some fucking girl.

Trisha was taken aback, and she could not help feeling too tiny, degraded, and demeaned at the lady's measuring gaze on her. "Yes, she is my wife. Do you have any problem with that?" Denny felt so offended for Trisha as he saw his sister look down on his girl. He deliberately used the word wife to annoy his infuriating sister, who always wanted her opinion to be heard and followed.

Lilly admitted with a sly smile, knowing that her husband loved that she was an insatiable slut as well as a demure woman in the community, "It did pop into my head." "I want her in thigh highs all day at school and with a vibrating egg inside her," he said. "Why?" Lilly asked, curious and surprised, something that Dylan could seldom do to her since he had allowed a whole group of ministers at a conference to gangbang her, although only in the mouth and ass; yet, it was almost eight o'clock and he had surprised her twice. "I'll explain it to her when she comes down for breakfast," he replied, as his wife placed the bowl of oatmeal in front of him.

Behind him, a chubby man, no taller than 5'7", followed. He had slicked-back hair and a tailored suit hugging his bulky frame. The kind of man who looked like he never lifted a finger but had people who did for him. From my spot by the elevator, still clutching the shoebox, I heard Dontrell call out— “Dove.” His voice, low and familiar, coiled around me. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it back home last night,” he said, stepping closer. “I had a lot to handle.” He stopped inches away, tilting my chin up with two fingers. “My wife. The strongest woman I’ve ever met, the only one who could handle me.” I didn’t answer.

Victoria POV Sometimes when I think of my memory as a movie, I can't help but think that there are some scenes that I still don't... I can picture in my mind, no matter how many times people repeat them to me, they just aren't there, it's as if they never happened for me. And among those "scenes" which unfortunately I can't remember, is Dominik. I know who he is, he has even introduced himself to me and told me that he is my husband, that we have been married for almost a year, and that the child I have in my womb is his. But unfortunately, I cannot remember him.....