Don T Call Me Wife Novels & Stories

The word wife felt like a brand, a claim of ownership that turned my blood to ice. "I’m not your wife!" I struggled as the orderlies forced me down onto the bed. "there's no way I'm a wife to such a monster!!" I should've listened to Sarah. Why was in such a hurry to sign those documents he gave to me eight months ago. " I'm not your wife!!" "Take a walk, Sarah," Cillian said, not even looking at her. "I want to know what is wrong with my wife. I want to help her."

His shoulders stayed relaxed, but his hand flexed on the table. Adrian’s voice dropped lower. “You’re still my wife on paper. Until the divorce is finalized, that means something.” “It means nothing,” Sophia shot back. She stepped closer to him, eyes blazing. “You signed the papers. You called it mutual on live TV. You tried to undo it like it was just another deal. I’m done, Adrian. Done waiting. Done hoping. Done being yours.” People at nearby tables started glancing over. Adrian didn’t care. He reached for her hand but stopped when she pulled back sharply.

The entire New York mafia world knows that Don Alessandro of the Rossi family takes a brutal punishment from the Council every year just to marry me. Because the Rossi family has a strict rule: all marriages must be approved by the Council. Yet, for three years in a row, Alessandro submitted our marriage application, and every time, it was rejected! The first year, he was locked in solitary confinement for three days and nights. The second year, his back was whipped raw. The third year, he even knelt in a torrential downpour to beg for their mercy. I always thought it was my fault, that I just wasn’t good enough to meet the Council's standards. It wasn't until the fourth year that I found ou

"I won’t have you speaking about her like that. She’s a good woman." "And what about me?" I asked, and for the first time, my voice cracked. "I took a bullet in the stomach for you. I lost the ability to have children for you. I gave up everything for you, Vincent. And this is what I get." He looked away, his jaw clenched. "You’re still my wife. You’re still the only Don’s wife the Capelli family has ever had. Nothing will ever change that." Before I could respond, Sofia called out softly, "Vincent? The baby’s crying."

“I decide your future.” Silence crashed through my head, and before I could stop myself, I slapped him. It was so hard the sound echoed loudly enough that nearby conversations stopped. Rick froze completely while I stared directly into his shocked face. “If you want to take your wife home,” I said coldly while pointing toward Diane, “then take her.” For the first time since I met him, Rick genuinely looked speechless. His grip loosened slowly and I stepped back a few steps from him. “I was never your wife,” I continued, my voice trembling slightly. “So you don’t get to control me anymore.”

The other — gray-faced, broken. She didn't recognize me. Why would she? I barely recognized myself. A man's voice drifted through the phone. Low. Familiar. "You know I can't resist you." She giggled. "If your wife heard that, she'd file for divorce again." "Let her. I always bring her back. She can't leave me." The elevator's air conditioning bit into my skin, but I felt like I was choking. She lowered her voice, teasing. "Are you trying to make me jealous? Careful, or I'll walk into your office and announce to everyone that Don Vito Hart is cheating on his wife. With his old mistress."

Has she even thought of me as her husband at all? He balled his fists so tightly that his veins protruded. Suddenly, his phone vibrated, indicating an incoming call. It was from an unknown number. Aloofly, he accepted the call and placed the phone next to his ear. "Jeremy Holden! Aren't you worried your wife is not back at home yet? Why didn't you even call her?" Jeremy stopped walking and asked, "Who are you?" "You don't have don't know who I am. I have your wife!"

You're just a piece of the past. “Wife…” my eyes immediately widened when I heard it. I immediately stopped walking and violently turned to him. I saw him a bit shocked with my sudden move but pursed his lips in a thin line. "It's thick of your face to call me that, Callum. You have no right to call me that because first of all... we. are. not. married." I said emphatically. My secretary stopped walking not far away and pretended to be busy checking what was in her hand. The curious people in the lobby had also left so I was free to scold Callum here.

"You sure are taking this wife role of yours seriously, aren't you?" "Of course I am. We're married," she maintained. "We're married on papper," I reminded her. "You and I are on a contract and once the contract expires, we're gonna be strangers once again." "I don't wanna talk about it, right now," she said sharply, her eyes failing hiding her anger. "I just happen to have a soft heart. I care because I hate seeing you in this position." She was unbelievable. She was just way too easy.

You don of a bitch “ I cursed out when I finally found my voice . “ please don’t end this call , just hear me out. Just please . You are crazy Darren , you are mad for even calling me , the nerves and the guys that you have to call my line dust what you did to me , you should be so ashamed of yourself for this . Don’t tell me , oh I see , there are many reasons for you to call one of them being the fact that I am married and it’s had been shaking the media since yesterday . What were you thinking , did you think that I will never find my man , I will always find that idea man for me .