Doting Wife Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, Jennifer ignores her and huffs, “Who the heck are you? You don’t have any say in this matter. It is only between my future husband and me. Now, shut up and leave us alone.” My breath hitches. She didn’t just say what I think she said. Dotty takes a deep breath while she clinches her fists. I instinctively take a step back out of the way and bump into my husband’s firm chest. With steam rolling off her, Dotty spouts fire along with her words. “Now, get this clear, you witch. Connor is my brother-in-law and is married to my sister. You are too late. He is already taken.”

She hissed. I just hugged her and put my head around its neck and smelled it. I could hear her gasped. "Maru!" She called me. “Don’t be angry with me wife please. I can’t be still knowing that you are angry with me.” I said while I tighten my hug. “If you really can’t respect my friend then start to train yourself to sleep alone.” She said in a serious tone. My wife pushed me hard and got out of bed. She returned to our room and I followed her.

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.

I held him through the night terrors, wiped the blood from his hands, sat with him in silence when the world felt like it was closing in. With me by his side, Luca crawled out of hell. His voice came back rough, gravelly, permanently scarred. And it took him only one year to hunt down every traitor in the family, to take his rightful place as Don of the Vitali Family, the unchallenged Capo dei Capi of the Sicilian underworld. I was the one he kissed, touched, loved in the dead of night, when the world outside didn’t exist. But never in my worst nightmares did I imagine that the first thing he’d do, once he held all the power, was sign a legally binding marriage contract with the woman who’d

"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."