Gathering Wives With A System Novels & Stories

She said she would work to earn funds for my research. Within a year, she had doubled the company’s revenue. On the day we got married, she passed my parents a prenup. “Mr. Taylor, thank you for your sponsorship and mentorship. “Pete and I truly love each other. I’m willing to work for the Taylor family forever without taking a single cent.” She had declared that with such conviction that it moved my parents. My parents helped her set up a new company and even funded it for a while. On the day her company got listed, Bella rented out the highest floor of the tallest building in the city. We held a grand wedding that was widely reported in the news.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

And my husband about to walk through the door any minute. I sent one last text to the men. **Elena:** Clean up and disappear. But be ready. I’m not done collecting. The back gate creaked. Footsteps. My heart raced even as my clit throbbed. Was it one of the wives? Or my husband home early? I stayed spread open on the grass, cum still dripping, fingers lazily circling my clit, waiting to see who would catch the neighborhood cum collector first.

"We set up a system that doesn't need you to be there in person. You pick someone you trust to be in charge for the first year and a half. You keep an eye on things from afar. That way, you don't have to decide between the company and your kids, Nerissa. You never have to make that choice. That's what I was getting at all along tonight." I turned my teacup slowly in my hands, watching the small tide of liquid inside it settle. I moved my face closer to him and kissed him.

Vaishu said frustratingly left to kitchen. "Not only you sis, we guys even have same idiotic boyfriends," My sisters replied glaring at them. Me and my wife bursted out laughing watching their pale faces. "Aaru I will go and change," My wife said going towards our room. "Can I come?" I asked her. Maybe I can have her way with me. "No, just give company to my brothers," She replied smirking at me. Crazy girl you think you'll escape no chance. I won't leave you today my dear lovely wife.

Then a small clinic offering basic legal advice for single mothers. They weren’t just surviving. They were growing. The Hearth’s second year brought more than just new faces. It brought purpose. It gave Andrea something she had not realized she was missing. A legacy. She no longer needed revenge. No longer needed answers from Gabriel. What she had now was something better. Clarity. Power. Direction. She built a team. Trina co-managed logistics. Mia, a young mother and former client, handled their social media page. The stories poured in.

But at night, anxious thoughts gnaw at you alive. I greeted everyone as they arrived and thanked them for attending this gathering to strengthen their spirits. One woman, smiling warmly at me, called our assembly a “pack support council.” Not only the wives and girlfriends of the wolves came, but also mothers worried for their children, children waiting for their fathers, and other relatives who cared about the fate of their loved ones.

he said, like that was generosity. His voice was calm, practiced, unused to contradiction. I nodded. That was the extent of our introduction. I learned about the other wives slowly. Not because they were hidden, but because nothing about this house was explained outright. You were expected to observe. To adjust. To understand without being told. Information here was not offered freely; it was earned through attentiveness. There were three of them.

No openings left. Adrian’s fingers rested lightly on the table. “Fail-safes?” “Independent,” Aria answered. “If one fails, the others isolate. They don’t follow.” No hesitation. No glance at notes. She already knew. Adrian leaned back slightly. She wasn’t just presenting the system. She understood it at its core. The discussion moved quickly. Short exchanges. Clean answers. But Adrian’s questions shifted, more precise, more targeted. Not aggressive. Just exact. “And load redistribution under pressure?” he asked.

"Training skills for a Good Wife?! What the fuck? Why do I need to cook and clean for that lazy bum?! What do I get in return when it is just going to be messy all over again the next day?" As if the System heard her ranting, there was a notification prompt. [User feedback taken into consideration. System upgrading, please wait a moment.] Laura wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. The system could upgrade too? Does this mean she would lose all her progress so far? Maybe she should have kept her mouth shut. There was a chime sound as the system completed its upgrade and the e-ghost waited patiently. Eventually, another system notification window appeared. [Thank you for waiting. The syst