Don T Call Me Wife Novels & Stories

I said to the priest, “My soon-to-be wife and I hate the wait…start with that stuff, we would reply ‘I do' too.” “O..okay.” “You are making him scared,” Ophelia said to me with gritted teeth as I watched her trying to hold back her tears. “I can't help it, baby, can't help.” “Do you… “Callum Bellucci.” My wife's eyes seemed to rise at the mention of my name; my girl was not dumb, I knew that name rang a bell, and she stiffened again in my arms. “Relax, baby.” “Do you Callum Bellucci take Ophelia Laurent as your wife, to love and to cherish….

I knew my father was going to call me, but I need to get the ultrasound on Victoria. "Let's go home," I said. My phone rang and it was Victoria. I answered it and brought the phone to my ears knowing exactly why she called. "Damien, I am your wife and you go out there , calling a human girl you wife?" Victoria complained. "What do you think the pack would think? Having a human as your Luna," she went on, her voice expressing her anger. "I am still your wife. We are legally married and it's early a month old and you are publically calling someone else your wife," she yelled.

"My husband is spending time with his obedient wife... Please don't disturb!" She said with fake politeness and placed the phone down while focusing on him again. "Don't worry, no one's gonna disturb you again... You were saying something?" Damon looked at her in disbelief. "Who the fuck was on the phone?" He grabbed his phone. "Mira, I have a reputation in front of my men... Let's not play with that!" "Of course, my dear husband... Your reputation is my reputation..." She pouted. "Give me the phone, I'll call back the person to tell him that___"

“You called me your husband,” She doesn’t look at me. “You touched me,” “You touched me first,” I grin, “Now, about calling me your husband,” She still doesn’t look at me. Instead, she takes out a small phone from her purse and walks away, saying under her breath, “Don’t do it again,” What?

Clenching my jaw together, I shove my phone in my hand. “You are nothing but a conceited and nasty man. After everything you did to me and my family, you expect me to be your wife? How can you make that kind of an announcement without consulting me first? Do I look like a toy to you? Do you think you can do with me as you please? I don’t know what’s going on or what’s in your mind but you need to fix this. I don’t even want to be associated with you in any way. I am not your wife, do not tell people that. My life is already hard enough I don’t want to be on anyone’s radar. So please, stay the heck away from me and stay out of my face”

Callum called over the phone repeatedly, drawing me back to consciousness. “Callum I can no longer do this,” I blurted out, my hand immediately covering my lips in shock as soon as I realized I had said that out loud. I did not know where that came from. “Stacy, that's why I am calling, I think we need to call this off. I don’t want Sonya to dispise me further so I am going to sort things out with Amanda before trying to win my wife back”. “Wife!” My eyes widened in shock.

At the dinner party in the Falcone estate, Fiora held up her hand, showing off the ring symbolizing the Don’s wife on her ring finger to the socialites around her. Exclamations erupted from the crowd, who then turned mocking glances toward me in the corner. Santino sat at the head table, his gaze flickering over to me every now and then. After soaking up all the flattery, Fiora picked up a glass of red wine and walked over to me.

I turned back to her. “I don’t know what you’re trying to prove,” I said, my voice low but clear. “But I’m the wife. Not you.” Her lips pressed together, but she didn’t speak. “Next time you touch my husband like that…” I took a step closer, my gaze steady on hers. “You might become the first example I use to show what it means to be the don’s wife.” Another silence, it was heavier this time. Then I turned and walked away.

My fiancée, Summer Walker, and I were supposed to spend our honeymoon on a tropical island. Instead, she brought my two best friends along. I didn't think much of it, so I joined them for a game of Truth or Dare. After several rounds and several drinks, I was starting to feel tipsy. Adam Lewis and Joseph Thompson laughed and teased me for being such a lightweight. Then the bottle landed on my fiancée. Summer chose Truth. One of my friends asked, "What's your biggest secret?" She lowered her head, a blush slowly spreading across her face as her hand instinctively moved to cover her belly. I was about to smooth things over when both men rushed to offer to drink for her. Neither was willin

"Keep your voice down, Claire. She's my wife." Nathan said it through his teeth, gripping my elbow under the Wingate Hotel awning so hard it hurt. His cologne was new. His suit was new. His watch was new. Six years, and my husband had become a stranger in a better coat. "Your wife," I repeated. "Six months." He glanced back at the woman in pink waiting by the hotel doors. "Her name is Rachel. So don't do anything stupid."