Flash's Wife Novels & Stories

He pecked her forehead, saying, "I am proud to have you as my wife." ### END OF FLASHBACK ###

"I was zoning out, but of course not. Why would you even think that? You are everything I want and everything I will ever need pudding. You are my queen. Never question that." He grabbed my hand and kissed my ring finger. "I want to make you my wife, because I know we are soulmates. I love you so much and...and don't let any gossip break us apart. Just...see gossip or whatever you may hear as something we need to overcome together...as a couple." "Of course, I mean... That's what we always do." I answered smiling. "Now let's go. People are waiting for us." Flynn held me close to his side and we walked back to his parents. His parents were talking to Milan and my aunt and it seemed like they

***** Flashback*** Nicklaus had been both excited and worried for the last few days before Tiana gave birth. Excited because his child was coming into this world soon and worried because he was afraid to lose his wife to childbirth. Tiana was the only person that kept him happy and sane. He could not live without her. But the last week of her pregnancy, she had been in so much pain and many times he thought that she was about to give birth. Not being able to do anything for her, Nicklaus felt helpless. "Don't worry. She won't die. She has demon blood in her veins now and don’t forget your wife is a phoenix witch queen." Reilla assured him when she noticed his concern.

Yuichi POV - The crowd cheered as Flame’s fiance walked to the center, escorted by Flame’s brother, Lance Hart, my old friend. I didn’t take my eyes off Flame’s fiancee, Carla Christine Zabala. Not only does she look like my wife’s name, but every angle of her face and body looks like my wife. Fuck. She is not Flame’s fiance, Carla Christine Zabala is my wife. She is only mine. I clenched my jaw. My fist clenched when Christine approached Flame and kissed that bastard.

He drew in a sharp breath of cold air and swallowed the words that he wanted to say. It was his wife—Yumi! Florian was notoriously afraid of his wife. He still could not change that fact even when he was already a First Grade Official in the New World continent. Puff! Yumi looked furious when she saw the blush on Debra's face. The woman sat on a chair, and her eyes looked dull—she was obviously drugged! Florian recovered his senses. He forced a smile and said, "Wife, why are you—" Slap!

Antony approached his wife, who was sitting on the sofa, while Gladwin sat back beside Flavia. "Where's Francisca?" Antony asked his wife. "At Adaline's house. She was playing with Falisha and Geremia earlier. Baby Meizar is with his grandmother," Claire replied. "Abigail said earlier that Flavia was conscious for a while?" Antony nodded, his face still grim. "Be patient, dear. This is a trial for our family. Especially for Flavia and Gladwin." Claire looked at her twin sister, who now seemed to gaze at Flavia with a melancholy expression. Being close yet feeling distant due to the lingering longing was truly torturous.

"Is that woman your new secretary? Who is she?" I arched an eyebrow in Clifford's direction as he gazed at me. He then looked at the woman who was looking at him. "No, she's my wife, and her name is Nishane Griffles." The woman exclaimed, "What the hell?!" in awe. "You heard me right." She gave my husband a wide-eyed look. "C-Clifford, no! That's not conceivable! You want me, right? I have a reason for having left, but now that I'm back, we can make things right. N-no!"

So I made it clearer. "No, I'm going to meet my wife. Find me an actress." Alva was even more surprised, but he did it without hesitation. I looked at my finger and my wedding ring was no longer there. Three years ago, a sudden global financial tsunami nearly engulfed my company. I was forced into a commercial marriage with Flora Mana, the woman who shamed my mother and me. I know she is innocent. She doesn't know why she hurt me and my mother. Ada Mitchell, Flora's mother, is my father's first love, and my father is still carrying a torch for her.

"How dare you humiliate my wife? Zelda is Mrs. James Ferguson, the first daughter-in-law of the Ferguson family. And now you expect me to stand here and allow you to insult her—allow you to slap me in the face?" The tension in the hallway was palpable as my gaze swept over Mr. and Mrs. Wenger. Lucy's expression froze under my glare, and Mr. Wenger gave her arm a subtle tug. He understood the weight of the situation. Slapping Zelda wasn’t just an insult to her—it was a slap in my face.

He gripped her chin tightly: - You own nothing in this house! Jack shouted angrily. I own this room, this estate, and you too! You are just the slave that I bought with my money. Flora gritted her teeth and shed some tears: - But I am your wife, my beloved Jack! I am your woman! And I love you! I love you more than I even love myself ! - Guess what? I do not give a sh*t. He flung her onto the cold floor. The back of her head hit the foot of the bed. She cried in pain. Her half-sister watched her agony smiling. She said to Jack: