From Wife To Global Wonder Novels & Stories

"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.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

Luke nudged and pressed further, his eyebrow furrowing. "She's just some girl my grandfather bought as a wife." I answered. "She’s driving me crazy. Crying all the time, trying to talk to me. It’s like she doesn’t get that she’s not part of my world. She’s not my real wife, she’s just…” I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. "Wait, hold on! You have a wife?" He asked, his eyes almost pulling out of its socket in amazement. "When, how's that possible?"

“Besides, my wife is more delicious.” THE END!

“Lead your marriage the way you lead your company: with integrity. And with your heart first.” Saben nodded. “I will.” Then Wendy Taylor, in her wheelchair, moved forward with Teresa and Leila at her side. “You two…” Wendy said, lifting a trembling hand and cupping Saben’s cheek. “Remember what I told you — love lasts only when two people choose each other every day.” Clarisse leaned down and hugged her. “We will, Grandma Wendy.” Wendy squeezed her back. “Good. And bring me something Greek. Preferably handsome and tall.”

Now I have twenty million. Twenty. Freaking. Million. Followers. While my post about the Linden collaboration had sixteen million likes and over thirty thousand comments. I stared at the numbers, convinced I was still dreaming. I don't know what prompted me, but I opened the comments section. The top comment was from Damien. "DC Global is about to have the biggest collaboration of its life. P.S: That's MY wife ❤️❤️❤️" The word "MY" was in all capitals.

My voice cracked despite my best effort to keep it steady. “You will focus entirely on your role as my contract wife,” Julian replied without hesitation. “In exactly seven days, we are attending a global merger event. The entire board will be watching us. You will stand by my side, you will smile, and you will play the part of the perfect, devoted wife of Julian Cross.” His words landed like an uncompromising command. He stepped closer. His large hand slid down to my waist, his fingers settling over the white lace, a silent reminder of exactly who was in control.

"Wow… she really looks exactly like today's bride. Could it actually be the same person?" "What the hell is going on? One woman marrying two men?" "So who's Ms. Reymus's real husband?" As the murmurs spread through the crowd, Lucas's expression darkened instantly. He suddenly snatched my phone and smashed it hard against the ground. "You sick bastard! You actually Photoshopped pictures of me and my wife to fantasize over? I'll beat you to death!"

The woman didn't even get the chance to retaliate before Natasha disappeared from the room. An uncomfortable silence settled over the living room. Salvatore felt utterly embarrassed. His wife's behavior wasn't merely inappropriate; she had displayed it in front of close friends and neighbors alike. It was insensitive and humiliating. “It's alright, Mrs. Harthwore,” Harthwore said with a reassuring smile. “Please don't take my wife's words to heart.” He turned toward Salvatore. “I understand that you didn't expect an adult man to simply disappear, but life is unpredictable. There are certain situations beyond our control.”