Dylan Larkin Wife Novels & Stories

I spat, my voice rising. Dylan's smile was a thin, cold line. “I'm well aware,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “But it seems you're forgetting one crucial detail — she's standing right next to me, not you.” His words cut deep, exposing the raw truth. Evelyn's hand rested on Dylan's arm, her eyes never leaving his face. The intimacy between them was palpable, a living, breathing thing that mocked my claims. “She's still my wife!” I snapped back.

It was Archer who spoke and I glanced up at him. “I thought you would say no,” I lied. He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t have, if that was what you wanted,” “Well she’s not doing it. She’s my wife, I make her rules not you Archer,” Dwayne tells him. “I’m not you wife,” Silence. Everyone was quiet except for Dwayne’s heavy breathing and his nostrils flare out…..he is definitely angry. “Whether you like it or not you are in fact my wife Lily. And unless you want to see my side you will do as I say,”

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

Next Dylan grabbed his jacket and walked out without saying a word. I quickly freshened up, got dressed, and joined them downstairs. "Lucinda darling, what took you so long?" Dylan's mum called, immediately I arrived at the dining area. "I… I was.." "It's okay darling, come sit, let's have breakfast together, it's time you meet the entire family," she said excitedly. I scanned for a place to sit and the only vacant space was next to Dylan. I took my seat and waited for the maids to serve me while scouring around with my eyes, and jeez, there were so many of them. I finally saw the other wife. She sat on the left side of Mr Chris Talen and Dylan's mum sat on his right.

My chest tightened, and I realized the war inside me wasn’t just desire — it was treason. Across the room, Evelyn Drake observed quietly, polite, distant. Even the extras — the silent security, the murmuring assistants, the gossipy socialites — were tools in a game I hadn’t intended to play tonight. And yet, it was happening. I was being consumed by something I had never surrendered to, something that could unravel everything. I reminded myself: She was Edward’s. His wife. His world. A forbidden line I could never cross. And still, the thought of her kept me awake, restless, calculating how I could be near her without being caught, without revealing the obsession I already felt deep in my ch

And now, the painful reminder of her father's past was being exposed in front of all these people. Gazing at the screen, then glancing at the smiling couple on the altar, Larkin realized she couldn't bear to be there any longer. She stood up abruptly and swiftly made her way towards the back door, seeking an escape from the overwhelming situation. ... Unbeknownst to Larkin, Damian, a hotel staff member, was leaning against a wall engrossed in his phone, oblivious to the approaching footsteps. Suddenly, the general manager appeared before him, questioning why he wasn't working.

Shangrila Group brought the top three families down to their knees today. Zenny relished in the fact that he was the husband of Winnie, the CEO, and his ego got to his head. Without giving Zenny any attention, Darcy stared coldly at the malicious-looking Lyla. “Kaze is my husband. You deserved it for coming out of nowhere and calling him a loser. He can’t hit a woman, but I’m his wife, and I can.”

And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk. The mistress died, pointing all the evidence to Sebastian. And only Angela could save her husband. Secret after secrets starting to reveal. A dilemma that their so-called perfect family is just lingering at the corner. Waiting to unfold. How can Angela cope up with all of these? Is her love enough to protect, her family? A struggle of a wife who vowed in the altar. 'Till death do us apart.'

He rose to his feet and adjusted his suit jacket properly. As soon as Dylan got outside, the first person he met at the entrance was Linda, "You bastard!" Those were the next words that escaped her mouth as she stared at him with so much hatred in her eyes. He had no idea what to say but simply kept staring at her. "Mother…" Lyon tried to hold her back, but she forced her hand from his grip. "You took everything away from my son, how dare you! How dare you come into my home and take what doesn't belong to you! How dare you wiggle your way into my husband's life." Dylan couldn't utter a word but only kept staring at her.

Completely of her own volition. I glanced at the stack of papers that needed my attention on my desk, but my mind kept drifting back to Hilary. Her bravery in the face of everything she’d endured was remarkable. She deserved better than this, better than me. But she was my wife, and I wasn't going to let her go. I just had to figure out how to be the husband she deserved. It was me who needed work. The silence of the room was interrupted by a soft knock on the door. “Come in,” I called, expecting it to be one of the staff. But in walked Dylan, looking weary but resolute.