Novel & Cerita Dutch Wife

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

They never lasted, and they never even got to the stage of being his wife—even if it was a fake one, but I did. It felt like an achievement. It was like doing reputational insurance that other women never got to experience. “I'm his first wife,” I repeated it to myself like I was casting some evil spell. “I'm his first wife.” It was indeed an achievement. I buried myself in those thoughts till darkness covered the sky and I didn't even realise. That evening, Alex got back happy. It was a rare scenario. “My beautiful darling,” he uttered. My brows were furrowed in confusion. He never added any endearments to my calling.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Mrs Crystal Delance smiled, leaning over to add some Coleslaw onto my plate. “All these dotting for a stranger,” the first wife hissed loudly, glaring at me. Damian’s Mother snapped her fingers at her “Yeah, this dotting is for my daughter- in- law,” she spelled it slowly. The first wife’s face scrunched in hurt, “whatever my son, Duke will soon be getting married to Loxie here, isn’t that right son?” she smiled at Duke “Y— yeah yeah, Mom,” Duke answered, putting a glass of juice to his mouth. He stared at me and bit his lips.

“This is what I don’t like about you, you’re so possessive.” BRAK! As soon as the woman finished her sentence, the teacup flew up and hit her forehead so hard until it was bruised and bleeding. Duchess Scarlet staggered and almost fell to the floor. Luckily, she quickly leaned against the wall. She looked at her husband furiously. Duke Scarlet got up from his seat and stared at the woman in front of him coldly. “Because my wife is a wild dog. I must always keep an eye on her,” he said while suppressing the emotions in his heart. He took a step forward, but Duchess Scarlet remained unmoved in her place. The woman looked at him furiously

I suddenly felt hot or could I say the room instantly became steamy for me and I couldn't think straight. As Damien's lips brushed against my cheeks and reached my ears, his words dripped with venom as he questioned my assumption of being his wife. "What gives you the impression that you're my wife?"The emphasis he placed on the word "wife" made it clear that he had no intention of acknowledging our marriage. Immediately, our eyes locked, and Damien's cold gaze pierced through me. His lips hovered over mine as he uttered hurtful words, "I can never have a slut as a wife, you were married under a condition," It was a painful reminder of his disdain towards me.

I said ( In a typical Nigerian way of referring to our brother's wife as our wife) When she turned towards me I felt my stomach drop, as I stared in disbelief, this was Angel, the high priced prostitute in the brothel at Nyanya Abuja. I glanced towards my cousin and saw him smiling as though she was the sun and the moon and all the stars in heaven. "Jude met my wife Sarah."

Duchess Vanessa Lilac or specifically known as The shameless Vanessa Enderson an ex-wife of a respected royal knight. This woman used to be the wife of a royal knight. Their life is peaceful and at a steady pace completed with three beautiful intelligent children. But Vanessa is a natural-born greedy woman who wants to get to the nobles... Ever since she was young her poor parents teach her to be with a noble but she fell in love with a boy in her village. This boy is the only royal knight in the townlet. Vanessa pleads her parents to bless their marriage and finally they comply with their only daughter's wish. The two lovebirds have a great life together until her husband became too busy wi

Damnit, Dani. “You must be Danika,” one of them drawls, his voice steeped in amusement and something far darker. A thousand thoughts race through my mind. A thousand ways to run, to disappear. But only one response is safe. “Yes, Sir,” I murmur. A few chuckles break out between them. It sounds eager—like they’ve been waiting for this, like a fantasy has just become reality. “My new wife,” one sneers, eyes lighting up with twisted pride. “You’ve already had five,” another replies with a sharp grin. “This one’s mine.”

He just didn't want to face it. Because the day he married Lucia... Alice tried to end her life. When he got there, she was a wreck, eyes swollen, begging him—no matter what, even if he went through with the marriage, he had to promise he'd never touch Lucia. And Jared? He gave her his word. He always kept his promises. So even after the wedding, no matter how much it tore him up, he kept his distance. Shut Lucia out. Ignored her. Pretended she meant nothing.