Exotic Wife Stories Novels & Stories

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

" Haha, I will surely be at your wedding, and make sure you don't allow her to leave your house. Just have her as your imprisoned wife." " I will remember to do just that," When he made the promise she ended the call and send the location of Christy's house to him. After making her call Ana has an evil smirk on her face, she knew Master Willy Poker was known to be a notorious man, he had, had six wives. His first wife disappeared without anyone knowing where she is, and his second wife is unconscious she has been in a coma for over four years, and the third has suddenly gone mad. All his wives have encountered one bad omen and the other. The cause was because he deals with them. Everyone was

"You're not sticking to your husband anymore hun?" "I'm ready go listen to you mum..I'll get married to the Denix to boost your contract" "Whoa what has my girl turned to..a bitch? Leaving her husband?" "Mum..just stop those insult..I'll get married again" "Hmmn. Still got those guts hun?" I rolled my eyes. "Well..since you took so long to answer..the Denix canceled the contract" "What?" "I don't know what the hell you told them..their son's just keep blabbing about me forcing you into marriage which is not right and bla bla.. they said you would fall in love with whomever you want"

, I said and cut the phone as I continued to look in the brown eyes of the girl in the picture. My Iris had her hands wrapped around the neck of my business enemy while he kissed her on her cheeks. Other photos were scattered on the floor. In some they were kissing and in others smiling and hugging. In some they were naked together in the bed. How could she? Didn't I provide her everything she needed? There was a knock on the door of our bedroom. Our I felt disgusted saying that. I was disgusted of my wife. Was I not enough for her? "What?", I growled.

Every major outlet had the same story, the same photos, the same narrative: Nova Black, America's sweetheart, was a lying, cheating wife who'd destroyed her marriage for a richer man. "No, no, no." The words tumbled out of me as I read comment after comment from fans who'd once loved me. *"She's just another fake celebrity. I'm burning my concert tickets."* *"What a slut. Her husband deserves better."* *"All those love songs were lies. She doesn't know what love means."* *"Team Darren. Hope he takes her for everything in the divorce."*

In return, I got the illusion of a husband, one who never showed up, never called, and never played the role. For two long years, we remained bound by that contract, existing in separate worlds. He focused solely on his company, expanding his empire while I remained a silent, invisible wife. And me? I wasn’t just sitting idle. I built my own empire, in secret, growing into a woman who didn’t need anyone—not him, not anyone. Now, it was time to end it. “I’m not waiting anymore, Katrina. I’ve waited long enough.”

"But in the middle of the night, he got up. He had paid two men to lie down next to her and take his place. They were outcast wolves from another territory in Silver Nation, but visiting because they wanted to find a pack to align with. But this man, the Alpha - he told them to frame his wife, and while he would exile them both as punishment in the end, he would compensate them handsomely to disappear, and they could buy happiness elsewhere. So they did it. And he made a large, grand show of sending someone to coincidentally find his wife naked in bed with two men, and the rest was history. When she begged and pleaded, her husband, her mate, said he had never gone with her to that place and

, that's why I'm not jealous with you, that's why I let, you do what you want, if you want to roll around with everyone, go ahead as long as you fulfill, your role as my wife and give me, what I want, when I want it, there will be no problem, I just need a woman to satisfy me, to give me the children I want, that's all, love I gave up with it a long time ago, if I found a woman, who loved me even a little bit and put up with my jealousy, things would be different, but at this point, that's impossible, most will approach me for money, that's why I prefer to marry a vixen, who I know well and her family is well off, just like mine, as I told you at the beginning, marrying you is beneficial to

Without thinking about the desperate measures I might have to take, or the mistakes I have already made, I replied immediately, “Yes!” “I will be your contract wife and so be it!” After I replied, everything was blurry. I was losing myself and I had no control. I couldn’t help it, I saw myself falling to the width of the mansion floor. Everywhere was pitch dark. Was this the end? I didn’t understand what was going on, but I was deeply sorry for Valerie. Even when she did him badly at some point, I had no right to cross the lines of getting married to her ex-fiancé.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.