Draco Malfoy Wife の小説・ストーリー

If a war would happen tonight then so be it. The body guards rushed into the ring and Draco sprang to his feet, his eyes were dark and chilling as he pointed at the ring. " If she loses a strand of her hair, a bloodbath would take place tonight!" George was terrified by the look in Draco's eyes and even the bodyguards froze in thier steps. " B.but Second master, this has nothing to do with you" Draco's face turned even colder and his green eyes flashed dangerously. " It has nothing to do with me? The eldest miss of the Kingston family is my wife to be!"

The social-climbing nobles around her rushed to pile on. "Prince Lysander truly is the perfect husband! He's so devoted to Lady Amelia!" "Exactly. Lady Elena just can't hold on to her man. She deserves to be neglected." "If you can't even keep your own man's heart, you're destined to spend your married life alone!" Their cruelty almost made me laugh. They had no idea that on the night of our engagement, Draco had climbed through my window. Draco, the ruthless heir everyone feared, had crouched beside my bed like a wounded puppy.

The banner running along the bottom of the screen read: BREAKING NEWS: SABRINA WEST REVEALS SCANDAL AT STONE ENTERPRISES. Izzy’s breath caught in her throat as Sabrina began to speak. “It’s no secret that I’ve had a long history with Liam Stone,” Sabrina said, her tone dripping with practiced charm. “But what the public doesn’t know is that his recent marriage to Isabella Lakewood is not what it seems.” Izzy froze, her blood turning to ice.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

He opened it and slid a couple of photos toward Naomi. Naomi slowly stepped forward, her eyes scanning the images before her. They were of a woman, slightly older than her, with kind eyes and a soft smile. She looked warm, approachable, someone who radiated a sense of calm. Naomi's brow furrowed in confusion. “Her name is Dr. Marianne Evans. She’s a therapist who specialises in trauma recovery. I’ve asked her to come and stay for a while to work with you, on your terms of course,” Zade explained, his voice steady but gentle, “She’ll help guide you through this process, but only when you’re ready. If you don't want me to, I won't ask her to come. It's your choice, Naomi.”

I left Theo with Mia for a moment and stepped into the hallway, flagging down the first nurse I saw. "Where is Luna Morrison? Which room?" The nurse's face went pale. "I...Alpha Morrison, I think you should speak with Dr. Hartwick..." "I asked you a question." My voice came out harder than intended, edged with the authority and growing fear I was trying to suppress. "Where is my wife?"

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.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

But the thing that bothers me so much is that I can't understand why my wife dislikes her so much. I grabbed the bottle of wine from the center table and poured myself a glass of wine and drank it while thinking hard about my situation. My wolf growled in my head, interrupting my thoughts. 'I'm glad and happy Zella is already here in our house,' Draco said joyously. "A dream come true!' he added. 'It's only for three days, after that I will send her away.' I quickly corrected him as I sipped my wine. 'Don't listen to your wife. She's being moody again. Keep Zella for me!' Draco insisted. 'By the way, what's wrong with Venus?'

"Dracolian, you should know better than to assume anything like that, considering the investigations we've made. That breeder is just a twenty-five-year-old human who grew up in Brindlemark with her family before being taken as a whore in Kalingrad." "I'm not deluding myself," Draco hissed as he turned to face Alfos. He huffed a breath and ran his hands roughly through his hair. "That female out there is nothing like her. And will never be. It's been so many years after all. Dita is dead. I know that more than anyone. I buried her myself." He bit his lips, strolling past Alfos. The beta turned to look at Draco's rigid form, nodding his head. They'd better accept the truth and live their live