Dutch Wife Novels & Stories

Nathan answered with a shrug. “But you can afford to abandon your wife whom you just wedded yesterday? Are you listening to yourself, son? You better go back home and apologize to Rachel.” Antonio demanded, his voice booming dominance. Nathan let out a bitter chuckle, if only his father knew that Rachel only had the title of a wife and nothing more. “I have to work. Rachel can understand that.” Nathan insisted. “If I was a woman, I don’t think I would be able to understand that.” Antonio retorted.

“Just because I have the same face as your late wife, doesn’t mean I am your wife, Sir.” I didn’t want to give him the chance to say that to everyone who knew me. Back then, I always hoped he would proudly and happily introduce me as his wife. I kept waiting for the day it would happen for me, but he never did. He always said I was nothing more than a transaction, that he would marry the woman he truly loved—Isabella. At that, I heard a small laugh deliberately let out by Daniel. He was quite skilled at provoking, and now he was worried about me.

"After I fucked a stranger in our own bed?" "Of course not," he answered. "You'd be doing it with my blessing while I jerked off watching you." "How about if I got him to fuck me doggy style and then let him slip his stiff cock out of my dripping pussy and push it up my ass?" she said. "How about if I let him beat off in my face and blow his big load of cum right into my mouth? Would that make me your slut wife?" Jake laughed, finally getting that his wife was talking about being called a slut-wife as a good thing, and he said, "Yes. I think that would qualify you as a nasty, cock-sucking, cum-dump, nympho, slut wife!"

Trisha was taken aback, and she could not help feeling too tiny, degraded, and demeaned at the lady's measuring gaze on her. "Yes, she is my wife. Do you have any problem with that?" Denny felt so offended for Trisha as he saw his sister look down on his girl. He deliberately used the word wife to annoy his infuriating sister, who always wanted her opinion to be heard and followed.

He knew the walk home was too far, so when he spotted an open room, he darted inside. Another young man lay on the bed. His wife was gently tucking the blanket around him, making sure not a single corner was left uncovered. Beside them stood a five-year-old boy holding a cup of warm water, calling "Daddy" in the sweetest voice. For some reason, Ash's eyes welled up again, but he didn't let himself cry. He still had to borrow a blanket for his dad.

The old lady nodded confidently. "I want that girl.. Did you see her?" He pointed to Daphne, who was currently busy bussing the table. "No.. You got it wrong. She's not...." Mother Lili tried to clear things up, but the older man cut her off. "You got me wrong.." The foreigner interrupted. "I want to marry her. I want her to be my wife. I can give her an extravagant life." Mother Lili's eyes widened upon hearing this. #

I should be too but surprisingly I'm not and that was why I wasn't thinking when I went home and showed up at his house where he's having a party. If I have to be the pretend wife, then I'm sticking up my games and doing it right. Two can play this game Sean Walters

Katina says. "I would love too," I say to her I turn to Luca and Whisper in his ear "I gonna try to find out from one of these wives who shot up our wedding," "Be careful," he says and kisses my temple and before I leave I say "Niko" and leave. "how long have my husband and yours know each other," I ask Katina "Oh they've know each other for a while their quite loyal to each other I do want to warn you about some of the other Mafia wives their a little Bertel some of them not all of them of course," she says

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.

Vanessa’s photograph appeared. Beautiful. Confident. And perfectly suited to become the wife of an elite family. “Vanessa Clarke.” Sebastian let out a quiet laugh. “Or soon-to-be Vanessa Ashcroft.” Adele studied several articles about the woman. A modest background. A rapidly rising career. And a relationship far too close to Leonard long before the divorce happened. “This woman is smart,” Adele murmured quietly. “Very.” “Ambitious.” “And patient enough to wait.” Adele slowly closed the folder.