Draco Malfoy Wife Novels & Stories

Chapter eleven Serena's POV I was setting a table for a circus family, and honestly, I deserved a medal for it. There was a pig, a junior pig, an upcoming stripper, a drug addict pretending to be a nun, an anti-prodigal son with anger issues the size of a continent, and then there was the mysterious queen mother herself; Octavia Draven. If patience was truly a virtue, then by now I should have qualified for sainthood. Unfortunately, I preferred champagne to halos, and revenge to forgiveness.

Let's get out of here," Dad said, swiping through his phone. We sauntering made our way to the exit. "Sir, please stop," a strange voice said from behind us. We returned our attention to the speaker. A young lady in a formal outfit with a ponytail and a small height. She walked up to us and bowed respectfully in front of us. "Good morning Sir, I am your wedding planner. "My name is Nyka," she said with a stiff nod. "Good day, Miss Nyka." We're sorry, but we've decided to move our wedding back to London."

she stammered. "Hurry up! You slut!" he shouted at her and started walking away. Yes, he is her husband. He is the CEO of Monte Cristo Inc., a company owned by his family. She is only a housewife, the daughter of a maid in their mansion. Travis was her childhood sweetheart, he was sweet and loving, so she quickly fell in love with him. "Dahlia!" Travis shouted which brought her back to reality. "Yes, coming!" She quickly ran down the stairs and gasped as she reached the kitchen. Fear was visible in her eyes because of the angry face of her husband sitting in front of the table. She opened their refrigerator and looked for something to cook. When she got the ingredients, she started cooking.

Daniella expressed empathy. However, Draco's eyes betrayed a hint of contempt upon hearing her response. A woman without boldness like her was not suitable to be his daughter-in-law, or even a mistress! Draco's smile faded. "It appears you're not eager to join our family." Surprised, Daniella shook her head. "No, Mr. Jordan. I love Evan deeply, and I don't want to make things difficult for him." "He struggles with choices because you are too accommodating," Draco sternly rebuked. "If you were to eliminate the necessary obstacles and fulfill your role as a virtuous wife, would this issue still persist?"

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

“Yes, Sir. I suggest you pay more attention to your wife, don't let her have the slightest problem. Now she is pregnant with your child. So as a good husband, you must be able to give special attention to him. Remember, Sir! Pregnant mothers should not experience stress because it is very dangerous for the fetus, it can even cause a miscarriage. You don't want that to happen. Therefore, take good care of your wife.” Edward felt very shocked and frightened after hearing the doctor's explanation just now. Of course, he was worried and afraid of losing his child. “Yes, Doctor, thank you.” “Okay, now you can see how your wife is doing.” “But, Doctor, is there any medicine for my wife?” “Nothing,

Declan sneered disdainfully. "What maid?" The word piqued Beth's attention, not because she was curious. Maids were the bane of her existence. Charlotte looked surprised. "The little seductress who worked here for a few days in the past, who Livian was madly in love with. What was her name again, Jade?" Livian gritted his teeth. "Gemma. And she is not a seductress." He wanted to give the asshole a black eye and would have done so if they were alone.

As he stormed down the hallway, his feet pounding the floor like a drumbeat, Nathan's momentum sent him crashing into someone, his arms flailing wildly as he struggled to regain balance. The impact sent shockwaves through his body, but it was nothing compared to the seismic jolt that hit him when his eyes looked up, locking onto a face that made his heart nearly skip a beat. Natasha. His ex. ***** Nathan's eyes narrowed with surprise as he gazed at Natasha who was dressed in a Alexander McQueen brown suit, his mind racing with questions. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I'm here to offer my support, Nathan," she cooed, “And to your sister too. I heard what happened an

I took a deep breath and opened it, forcing a smile as Draco stepped inside, followed by a stunningly beautiful woman. Draco's arm was wrapped protectively around her waist, and the way she was looking at me made me frown. "Is this thing my replacement?" she asked with a scowl, and my frown deepened. What was she talking about? "She? She's just a temporary discomfort, and you know, sweet love, that no one can replace your place in my heart. You're the only one that I want, and I promise you're the only woman that will be my wife," Draco said, kissing the woman while I just stood there and watched them.

“When you are done, I will fuck the price of all the items you destroyed off you.” “That’s all you fucking care about.” She yelled, her fist bunched up beside her. Draco was up and beside her in a second. “What else is there to think about?” He pressed her to himself. “What else is there to hold on to till I make you my wife?” “Wife?” She stared up angrily at him. “Dream on if you think I will marry you when you will not even defend me now.” “Defend you?” He raised his brow, his hands wrapped gently around her waist, “I see no foe.”