Dutch Wife Novels & Stories

She quickly took a step towards her husband and she went after her. “How dare you walk out on me, you wench?” she asked her and tried to pull her dress. Unknown to her, she just walked into the lion's den. She hardly completed her words when Richard slapped her jaw before he pulled his wife to his bosom with his left hand. “Ouch!” She shrieked and held her jaw. Everyone around was attracted to her and startled. They switched looks from Richard to her. The fake Duke's wife just realized that she harassed the wrong person and regretted it.

He picked up the apple his wife had bitten and began eating the rest. "That's not possible. You probably did something to her and don't remember." She wiggled her eyebrows at him and this made him laugh softly... "Or maybe something I'm yet to do." Damian smirked as he watched his wife disappear from his sight.. "So tell me what do you think about her? Is she the one you were referring to?" His eyes became serious as he spoke and the Duchess heaved a sigh... "There isn't a single doubt that she's the one I told you about and like I said you must lose something important to gain something else. A war is coming real fast and you won't be able to avoid it." The Duchess reminded him and he heave

“What did you just call my Wife again? “ A cold familiar voice had spoken which made me glance where it was coming. And there Duke was standing in front of us with a cold and angry expression on his face. As he walked towards me, everyone started to whisper again around us, when they heard Duke called me as his wife. “W-wife? that’s impossible you won’t marry someone who is a crippled!” The woman didn’t believe what Duke had said about me being his wife. Because I was getting tired of hearing her call me cripple many times, I have decided to clarify things which will embarrass the woman that I am trying to avoid doing. Well this is her fault for continuing to bully and insulting me. “Well wh

Laura beat him to the punch and it frustrated him how quick she was at these things. "No take back," she reminded him. "I was tired of being your fiancée so I decided to upgrade my status to wife. It took me a painfully long time to actually ask my father for some help to get everything done legally so don't complain! At least now you don't have to go through that blockhead to make me Mrs Boey. I did all the muscle work. Aren't you glad?"

“You mean Sofia?” “Her real name is Valeria.” Mike ran a hand through his hair. “Wait. The woman you've been calling Sofia all this time is your wife?” “Yes.” Mike let out a stunned laugh. “This is unbelievable.” Ivan didn't smile. Mike quickly became serious. “So the woman in your mansion right now isn't your wife?” “No.” “And the woman you call your personal assistant is?” “Yes.” Mike sighed. “Wow.” “I was shocked.” Mike raised both hands. “Sorry. I'm just trying to understand all this.”

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

The barman served my drink and I picked it up with a smile. “You married my whore. How does that feel?” Duncan asked, a wild grin forming on his face. “I think that has proven that you are beneath me. Your wife, Annie, used to be my sex slave until two weeks ago. I used to fuck her so hard that she would start begging as she called me daddy.” I clenched my fists. “She used to suck my dick, pal,” Duncan grinned. “I guess you kiss those lips now. What a pity. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

“My wife’s a nag. I like that.” “What did you say?” Daniel turns around to face her again. “My wife’s a nag and I am damn happy about it, agapi mou. Finally, feel like a real marriage, doesn’t it?” … Real marriage my ass... For a guy that determined to have his estranged wife back, he is surely being a dick about it. If this is marriage, then she wants out. Doesn’t matter if he’s built or handsome and a great dad and…she was lying to herself. Daniel is a good man and she has nothing bad to say about that other than his tendency to piss her off.

he blurts out and I turn to look at him although his gaze is heavily fixed on the road. "Who is she?" I ask gently. Though his voice is nervous and he does not hesitate with his reply, "A born Nigerian living there," he answers, "she's amazing and we been dating for four months now and I want to ask her to be my wife." He explains and I can hear the doubt in his voice towards the end. "But you have doubt," I mumble out. He nods, "I cheated on my first wife and that destroyed my marriage and my whole life, I don't want to make that mistake again." He explains shamefully.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."