Dutch Wife Novels & Stories

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

Natalia asked, holding her chest in mockery of her former self. “He does not realise that my husband has not done anything wrong! Instead, he is here, acting like a donkey. A very brave donkey, but foolish all the same. If I was not with Noah, maybe I would—” She cut herself off with a long suffering sigh. “Ah, I should not be thinking in such a manner. It would not do to be so greedy when the man of my dreams is already the man I’m married to. Obese people always want more cake and people with anorexia always want to get thinner. Too much of one thing and everyone dies. I am fine the way I am.

He could barely manage one wife, and here in front of him there's a man with seven! "Can you speak a little about each one of them?" Mr. Cuffe manages to ask after recomposing himself. Erik shrugs and replies to the man. "Hmm… Sure. Let's see, in chronological order. My first wife's name is Selena, you already met her, of course, and she is a magical researcher. My second wife's name is Serafall, and she is in charge of Foreign Affairs in her country of origin. My third wife's name is Calypso, she is Greek and has a company that cultivates rare plants. My fourth wife's name is Joan, she is French and takes care of the security of our family business. My fifth wife's name is Leona, she is Ita

Danielle stated plainly, “To me, a wife is someone who can carry herself on the same level as her husband. They should share their joys, their sorrows, the highs, and the lows, and continue to grow together. Instead of subjecting herself to being a… glorified nanny. “All the things you mentioned just now are more suited for a common nanny or housekeeper, they would do all of those things far better than I can. However, my role as a wife is unique and cannot be replaced. What’s so bad about warming my husband’s bed anyway? If you ask me, that’s what a healthy married couple should do by right.” Willow frowned deeply upon receiving this response. She did not expect such a prudish, disgusting s

As if reading my mind, Dante says, "You're my wife. We are in this together now" "Now you want to acknowledge that I'm your wife you bastard?" ******************************************

I started accounting in the Netherlands and I came here, travelling from Dubai, to Singapore, to Chicago, too, and so on. My lovely wife has spent our married life the easy way, choosing to be a homemaker, here in the UK. She is still beautiful, always well-dressed, always perfect. I call her my blonde, blue-eyed Barbie. Thanks to my money, she buys herself all the jewels, bags, dresses, shoes, she wants. While I am away, she might have had her share of affairs as well because her phone is constantly ringing. I once accidentally found her sexting not one but three men through Tinder!!

Girls who smiled when he called and left when he got bored. And now this Sarah girl. He married her. Let her into our name. Let her sleep in our family house. She walks these halls like she belongs here. She hasn’t even given him a child, and yet she acts like a wife. A De Luca wife, no less. This house was built on blood and legacy. Not feelings. Not some soft idea of love.

"Who is that?" Batard responded in his deep voice. "It is I Obaji, the duchess of Nutusel and the only wife of the great lord general Zandy." "What do you want my duchess?" "I need you to come help save a woman, a pregnant woman. She is in labor, and she is dying after an arduous journey." Bartard kept mute. He held his wife's arm tightly. "You there Batard?" "Yes, my duchess. "

"She's my wife." "What?!"

The lady questioned and a smirk appeared on her face. "She is not my concubine, she is my wife. " Dyrus concluded. "Really？ How can you explain the ceremony we had last three weeks ago？ A get-together party？" The lady scoffed and walked away as a man waved at her. Dyrus gnashed his teeth as he took a step after her. I grabbed his arm "Just let it go" I whispered. "How could I let that go？ That whore insulted the mother of my babies and you said I should let her go？ You must be joking" Dyrus explained claiming I am his wife.