Doting Wife Novels & Stories

His eyes glowed as he stared at me. He grabbed me gently, and his Adam's apple bobbed, “Bella Anderson, please be my contract wife.”

She decided to take me shopping, buy me healthy tonics since my parents said I was sick and weak, God my mother can be too much. Well, at least I was getting a lot of attention as Aldric's wife even though I wasn't sleeping with him in the same room or talking to him or being a doll in every party he takes me to. It is a dream come true, I love things the way they are now. I wish we could stay like this forever, so peaceful.

Celeste replied, "That's because your wife has paid up on your behalf. If you want to have your way today, it would cost you 3000 dollars." I stood rooted to the spot, stunned by what I heard. My wife actually paid an escort to keep me happy? It made no sense to me. I thought I'd misheard Celeste. But when I laid my hands on her again, she pushed my hands away once more. "Pay up. Otherwise, don't touch me." What was Bella thinking? I had to get to the bottom of this. So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?"

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

To my face, they were polite, deferential even, out of fear of the Don. But the second Luca turned his back, the sneers and whispers cut through the low hum of the room, sharp as a switchblade. “A steward’s daughter, at the Don’s right hand? It’s a disgrace to the honor of the Families.”“She’s just the help that kept him alive when he couldn’t speak. Thinks she’s the Donna now?”“He’d never marry her. No bloodline, no name. Shames the Vitali legacy.” I stood alone, invisible, a ghost at the Family banquet.

"You are perfect to me, Katara. And I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, supporting you, and cherishing every moment we have together. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Katara's heart swelled with emotion as she looked into his eyes, feeling the weight of his love and commitment. In that moment, she knew that she wanted nothing more than to share her life with this incredible man who had come into her world and changed it so profoundly. With tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Sean. Yes, I will marry you."

They mentioned the father of her children rather than ‘her husband’ as the Aprices were well aware that Jonathan was her husband. Jonathan took the phone away from her hands. Jonathan was getting ready to go to the office while Liliana sat on the bed, scrolling her phone. “Mrs. Smith, help me put on a tie, please,” Jonathan asked Liliana. He called her Mrs. Smith to remind her that she was his wife and husband and wife ought to be more intimate. He did that only occasionally for minor things like helping him dry his hair or tie his tie, or when he wanted to massage her hair and neck as they talked in the bed after tucking in the kids, or when he wanted to wear matching clothes with her or fe

"You know, Grace is absolutely right, darling. You work entirely too hard. Why don't you stay home with me today? We have so much... catching up to do." Damon stared at her, his eyes narrowing into tiny slits that promised absolute retribution later. He knew exactly what she was doing—she was playing the doting wife perfectly while intentionally torturing him in front of the staff. "As tempting as that sounds, sweetheart," Damon said, his voice carrying a deeply controlled, dangerous purr as his hand squeezed her waist beneath the table just enough to make her gasp silently, "duty calls. But I promise to make it up to you tonight."

I tell her. When I got back, I checked out joint account to see if I needed to send her anymore money, imagine my shock when I realize she hasn’t spent a cent of it in years. “I’ve noticed you haven’t used the money from our joint account.” I mention. She nods. “Yes, I got an admin job a few years ago after I got my degree, so I’ve been using that money for groceries.” She says looking down at her hands. I sigh, not saying anything. Olivia always assumes she’s a bother to me. Though we’ve only spent one night together and made our daughter, she’s still my wife and I’ve been faithful to her.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.