Dutch Wife Novels & Stories

I pointed and earned a glare from him in return. "You are my wife, Natalia. And most importantly you are a Davenport now. You have to look different from others. I want my wife to look like the most beautiful person at that party. Moreover, It's the first time I'm gonna introduce you to the public. After tomorrow's party everyone will know who you are and who you belong to. Your father who kicked you out of the house will invite you to have dinner with them just to get into the good books of Davenport. Because everyone knows how powerful the Davenports are. Then the real game will begin.”

She could not force the couple to live separately for a while; even if Regina wanted Hertia to, she would definitely stay where he wife lived. This Grand Duchy was the duke territory, so it was impossible to leave it to just one woman. Even if a woman was a wife, there were many people Hertia had to take care of, and depend on. Terri felt that this was what Duchess was thinking right now, not wanting to be selfish. "Then tell Duke to fire Sira, Duchess! Because she is a bad person here, not fit to be a butler," Terri persuaded, not wanting this incident to happen again.

Clint was still waiting outside by the car, calm and composed. “Clint,” I snapped as the doors closed behind me, “do you have any idea if my wife has gotten home?” I couldn’t tell even him that the woman who was currently parading around as my wife was her twin sister. I trusted Clint with my life but this was something I wasn’t willing to share. Not yet at least. He didn’t miss a beat. “Adam informed me that your wife is in Vermont, sir. She was asked to be driven then.”

“I can’t believe Hudson will let that woman confused him! Confuse him so much that he abandons his fiancée! His wife to be and mother of his child! What is he thinking?!” A wave of relief washed over me to hear her angry speech, it meant she was fully on my side so this wouldn’t be hard. But just then, a stupidly annoying comment filled the air. “She is the mother of his child too. Err, correction- mother of his children! They have three kids, remember?” Seriously?!

"Who are you calling the other woman? Anna is my wife. She was the one I married." Wilson moved to stand by me, his hand finding my shoulder. "Rowena, enough with the drama, okay?" It was a relief to hear him defend me, but the way he scolded Rowena, trying to hold back his anger, it still felt like he was taking sides. Suddenly, he seemed like a stranger to me. Maybe the love we had was just a mirage, nothing more than the sweet phase every couple goes through at the start. "What did you just say?" Rowena was even more shocked by Wilson's declaration than by the slap. Her eyes were huge as she pointed at me, her voice shaking. "You say she's your wife? Then what am I? We're married!"

Perhaps a more immediate solution? Don Andrzej raised an eyebrow, a silent invitation to continue. "Marriage is a complicated affair. Are there no alternatives?" I questioned, a hint of frustration seeping into my voice. Don Andrzej's gaze softened, a flicker of understanding replacing the icy glint. "A wife," he said, his voice softer now, "is not just a womb, Alexei. She is a partner, a confidante, a rock in the storm. She can be your anchor, your shield, the mother of your children and the queen beside your throne."

He took his wife a bit far from the guards and she looked at him. “Are you going to tell me exactly what you are doing,” he snapped at her. “I didn’t know that it was a crime for an unloved duchess to go out and find her own happiness.” “You really know that you are a duchess and yet you go out to play?”

Seeing this little gremlin bullying her father, Jake couldn't help but laugh. "Jay! Daddy said we will meet your wife today!" The word "wife" made Jake choke on his laugh. His face turned a nice shade of red immediately. "Wife? What wife? Whose wife? I have a wife?" Jake stammered. His eyes were glued to Jeremy with an accusing look. Leah on the other hand was oblivious to all this. "Daddy said that when you love a girl too much, you marry her and she becomes your wife. He said you love this girl so that means she's your wife right?"

, he said "Carefully " Sarah took a step closer, "Michael, she's your wife not just a signature on a contract. You can't keep her in the dark forever. Every day you wait makes it worse,", Her words hit him like a shock"she's not ready,"he murmured. Almost a whisper"she doesn't need to know everything. Not yet ". Sarah shook her head. Not ready? "Michael.... She's already part of this life whether you admit it or not. She's is your wife. The longer you wait the harder it will hit her when she finds out ".

It felt like a place meant to impress, not live in. Lucas tossed his jacket onto a chair and finally turned to face her. “This marriage is an arrangement,” he said bluntly. “Nothing more.” Amara swallowed. “I understand.” “No, you don’t.” His gaze hardened. “So I’ll make it clear.” He walked toward her slowly, stopping just close enough to be intimidating. “You will live here. You will attend public events when necessary. You will behave as my wife in public and remain invisible in private.” Her fingers curled into the fabric of her gown. “And what about—”