Doting Wife Novels & Stories

The entire restaurant erupted into applause, and Doran, with a beautiful lady looping her arm around his, walked up to us. "Congratulations to both of you. I am so happy that Olivia has finally brought my friend out of eternal bachelorhood." Doran threw a jab, but his lady playfully hit his hand. "Babe, you have to stop bothering André like this. I wonder how he puts up with you at work." Doran chuckled and pulled his lady closer to himself. "Olivia, this is my wife, Amelia. Amelia, this is Olivia, André's bride-to-be.” I was stunned. I had never seen Doran's wife, but he had mentioned her a couple of times.

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

But when I opened the door, it wasn't my wife standing there. It was Ramona Lincoln, my wife's best friend. She wore a tight black bodycon dress that hugged every curve. Her breasts strained against the fabric, full and round, impossible to ignore. The hem barely grazed her thighs, leaving her long, slender legs on full display—sheer black stockings giving way to a teasing glimpse of bare skin at the top. I stood there, stunned. My body reacted instantly. I'd been expecting my wife, so I'd answered the door in nothing but loose shorts. The tent I was pitching was unmistakably obvious.

They are a family, but she can’t be Nikolai’s wife. Nikolai gets something from his drawer and gives it to her. It was only then that she noticed that Nikolai had been wearing a gold ring on his finger. “We’re a complete family, Belle. We’re married. That means you’re still my wife.” He said, giving Belle back her wedding ring.

Just Andrea. Not the wife. Not the architect. Not the woman who always smiled. Just the woman who waited. And was slowly growing tired of waiting.

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.

“Do you wish to see Dante? He’s almost asleep, but I’m sure...” “Donatella, this is my wife,” Dario points to me, and I instantly feel self-conscious. “She will be the lady of the house. Whatever she needs, you give her. Whatever she asks for, you get it for her. Whatever she wants, you buy it for her. Am I clear enough?” Without waiting even, a second, the woman replies, “Yes, Mr. Dario. As you command.” He walks to the second floor and up some stairs that take a slight turn, almost spiral style, but broader. I don’t know if I should follow him or if I will sleep in the downstairs wing. He hasn’t said anything to me.

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he