Excellent Wife Book Novels & Stories

"But I also don't mind it when you tell me nice things." "Such as how fucking good you look riding my fingers right now? How lovely you taste on my tongue?" "Keep going." "But I never imagined I'd take a wife, let alone a beautiful wife like you. A wife full of fire and sex, a wife I want to break and rebuild. A wife I want to sleep beside, pleasure, argue with, fuck nice and deep and rough. A wife I could get off a thousand times and never lose interest."

"We may be identical, but we're practically opposites. Remember that time you helped me sit in for my literature class? You ended up quoting Keats instead of Kafka." Ashton winced. "Okay, that wasn't my finest hour. But trust me, I’ll give you all the information that you need to know." A reluctant chuckle escaped my lips. Ashton always had a way of making the absurd sound almost reasonable, because just how much information would be enough to pretend to be married to her husband. "And what about Andreas? Won't he find it odd that his wife suddenly morphs into a bookworm who would rather not be bothered about being the center of attention?"

he begins to say but I cut him off. “It’s not like that. I’m grateful to you and everything you’ve done for me. When my parents kicked me out of their house and I was sleeping in my best friend’s dorm room you took me in, married me and you gave me the best gift of all, Kira. I’d never trade that for the world.” I was truly grateful, I might not have a house full of children, but I have a husband I love, I don’t want the whole picket fence anymore, I have a beautiful home, David spent his time off, renovating, it’s so much better than any house on the market in my opinion. Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard.

The blogs carried the news……newspapers, journals, influencers, they all hosted one title. “Billionaire wife in a vegetable state after an accident due to illicit affairs” It was captioned in block letters, so huge to ignore. Alfred did not hide his emotions during conferences and guest shows. “I still can't wrap my head around her affair and why she would do that. I was everything she ever needed in a man” he would say, one hand placed on his forehead and his eyes darkened with sorrow.

“My friends, all from noble families, already have grandchildren with pure bloodlines. It is very beneficial. Their family names grow stronger.” Sarah swallowed her breath. “I just do not understand,” Madam Vexler’s voice came again, this time with a disappointed sigh. “Why is your wife different? She should have been a noble daughter with a clear career. The noble daughters I know are all CEOs, they own companies, they are successful. But your wife?” There was a brief pause, then the sentence was delivered without hesitation. “Your wife is only a housewife.” There was no anger in the voice. That was what hurt the most. The words were spoken as fact, as a final judgment, as if Sarah’s life w

“A powerful man needs a certain type of wife. Someone who understands her role. Who stands gracefully beside him, not trying to carve out her own spotlight. Khalid is under immense pressure with this European merger. He doesn’t need a distracted wife chasing her little hobbies while the company faces challenges.” The condescension in his voice made my blood simmer. “My ‘little hobbies’ are paying for this lifestyle in part, Richard. And they’re giving me purpose. Something I lost while trying to be the perfect wife your son barely notices.” Richard’s eyes narrowed. “Ideal wives for powerful men know when to step back. They provide stability. Comfort. Not competition. If you truly loved my so

To my surprise, Max says, “Leave her alone. Elanor isn’t here for you to harass her.” The woman on his lap is quick to chime in, “You should have higher standards, Brandon. Look at her. She is letting herself go now that she is married.” The woman snaps her finger, “Hey, poor girl. You girl, Max’s wife, pay attention.” I look over at her. “Would you like me to make a diet plan for you? I’m a model, so I know what it takes to stay fit. You should really think about losing some weight. When Maxwell can finally free himself from you, it will be time for you to latch onto another rich man. If you look like you do now, you won’t find one.” In a calm voice, I reply, “Thank you for your advice, but

“I’m sorry. Carlson’s been a little paranoid these past few years. He’s afraid that I’ll leave him. “What happened to us in the past traumatized him. Please don’t blame him.” Her first instinct was to apologize, and her second was to justify his behavior. I felt an indescribable sense of sorrow. He was the cause of all my sufferings. However, my wife, whom I had once loved deeply, chose the culprit who had hurt me.

, and Maria said no. "You did what you felt and trust me if it was me I would have done the same thing or more worse than this. Coz you know even in this emotional torture going inside you, you didn't accused him nor did you misunderstood the whole situation. It was all bottled up inside you and I'm happy to know that you are a sharp lady. And I'm sure with this smart ass brain of yours will never let your title wife be snatched by anyone. She was and will always be a past and you his present and future being his one and only wife for life", Dia smiled hearing her place was reserved and she knows her place and position was so strong and powerful that everyone will need to bow down near her.

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.