Drunk Wife Novels & Stories

Meet myself Bree Fischer. The daughter of the president and the first lady. I made a sacrifice to get into a contractual holy union to keep my parents secret safe. I did not know making the huge sacrifice will leave out in the cold with many regrets and pain.If only I had an opportunity to take back the hands of time I'd change the my decision. I failed to think about my decision properly. Blinded by love for my family I made an impulsive decision that I am paying a dear price today. I have it all the money and luxury but I do not know the beauty of marriage. I am married on paper. I am a wife to a paper

Oops! The Alpha Billionaire is my baby daddy. With a few days countdown to live, Clara ran away from her abusive boyfriend to Bryxton City to provide for her child before her death day. On her first day as a waitress in one of the popular restaurants in Bryxton City Clara met with Alexander an Alpha Billionaire he asked her to be his contract wife for four month. Living with a proud Billionaire like Alexander was a big problem but what seemed more dangerous to Clara was finding out that he is the Alpha king of all the werewolves in Bryxton. Her relationship with Alexander took a great turn around when he found out that Clara's daughter was his child. Finding out so many secrets about her past will Clara still stay with the Alpha who once hurt her and also the father of her child.

In a world where dreams collide with reality, one girl's journey to marry the man who ignited butterflies in her stomach unfolds. Aubrey, a naive and timid soul, was captivated by love at a young age, guided solely by the belief that love knows no boundaries. From the moment Evan Cooper smiled at her, Aubrey fell deeply and irrevocably in love. Little did she know that the rules of society would conspire against her, as a maid daring to love a noble member of society. However, love's flame burned fiercely within Aubrey, and her mother's manipulation would pave the path to an unconventional marriage, turning her into the maid wife of Evan Cooper, a man known for his ruthlessness cold-heartedness, and arrogance. Despite Evan's refusal to acknowledge her, Aubrey clung to her role as his wife, enduring insults and living as an outsider in her own home. But when a sinister conspiracy orchestrated by her mother-in-law and sister-in-law shatters her happiness, Aubrey is cast out, left to question her fate and contemplate a revenge she never thought she'd seek. Will Aubrey rise above the injustices inflicted upon her and reclaim her rightful place? Join her on a tumultuous journey of love, betrayal, and resilience as she seeks retribution for the atrocities committed against her.

First love, is always unforgettable to us in different ways... Only a few lucky one will get the chance to cherish it together lifelong... This is the story of Daisy Donovan. An heiress to a multi-billion business. As her parents stood against her love, Daisy ran away from her home to get married to her boyfriend, Victor Steele, Vicky. But, Vicky didn't show up on that day... Feeling betrayed and ashamed to go back home, Daisy stood there helplessly. But, fate brings a different direction for her, as she offered to become the contracted wife of a mysterious man, Benjamin Harrison. What will happen in Daisy's journey?? After the heartbreak will she be able to find the courage to fall in love again?? What will happen when the stubborn CEO Benjamin starts to have feelings for her?? And when Vicky comes back to her life at the worst time, what will happen?? Let's enjoy the story of Daisy, filled with love, betrayal and lots of emotions...!!

I'm his wife. I am his baby's mother. I want to be his love but all I am to him is a responsibility. He was in love with my step-sister but she betrayed him and married another man. One Drunken mistake, forced us to marry each other. He promised me to give everything except love. But all I want is love. Will he ever accept me as his wife? Or this marriage always remain a compromise wife?

Nicole attends a party with her friends and ended up having an inter course with the young foster son of a billionaire. She finds out weeks later and intended to keep It a secret but unfortunately, one of her friend exposed her and the young billionaire is interested in the unborn baby. To prove his point, he married her despite his parent's disapproval. Nicole has to keep up with being the wife of Damon - one of the youngest billionaires in the country.

Ashin Johnstone has never loved someone as much as she loved her husband, Kristoff Washington. She had spent most of her life crushing hard on him and was really elated that she finally married him in a pragmatic marriage. But she knew that he doesn't love her, not the way she wanted him to. She knew that he will never love her like a woman. He will never want her like the way she desires him. As painful as it is, she has learned to understand him and his feelings for her. She was trying to be contented with her life with him. She was trying to be contented with her relationship with him. After all, she is the legal wife. Everyone who would want him would go through her first because she's recognized one. She's the lawful wife.

He was her life and everything. Even though she knew he never cared about her , she never stopped loving him. He kept cheating on her and she knew it. But she loved him too much to leave him. She thought that it was her fault that he didn't love her anymore so she started punishing herself. He is the arrogant careless billionaire. He has everything he wants. He knows that he has a wife who loves him so much but that doesn't stop him from sleeping with other girls. One thing he doesn't know is that he is not only breaking her but him too. This story is about Damon Salvatore and his unwanted wife Nina.

After being forced to give my wife's first love my heart, I died in the hallway of the private hospital she had personally founded. My six-year-old son, Ash, had already begged her thrice by the time I had drawn my last breath. The first time was when he tugged on her hand, saying I was coughing up blood. Sneering, she claimed, "So he's finally learned something—teaching his kid how to lie." Then, she had the bodyguards throw him out of the room. The second time was when he clung to her sleeve, insisting that I rambled nonsense due to the pain. "It's just a heart transplant," she opined with a frown. "The doctor already said he won't die." At that, the bodyguards stepped in again and dragged him away. The third time was when he fell to the ground, clutching her pant leg with all his strength, crying that I had already passed out. She finally lost her temper by this point, grabbing Ash by the throat and hurling him out of the room. "I have already said it—Howard isn't going to die. Dare to disturb Skye's rest again, and I'll throw both of you out of this hospital," she warned. To save me, my son pawned the most precious thing he owned—his St. Christopher medal—to a nurse. "Ma'am," he said. "I don't need to live a long life. I just want my dad to live." She accepted the medal and was about to arrange for me to be transferred to the last available room. However, my wife's first love, Skye Whitley, had someone block the doorway with his pet dog. He mentioned, "Sorry, kid. Your mom's worried I'll get bored if I can't see my dog. This room is reserved for him."

I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.