Guilty Wives Novels & Stories

The screen was lit, a news alert taking up most of it. 'Wife killed in suburban murder case. Husband stabbed her to death after she refused intimacy during pregnancy.' The bedroom door opened with a click. Julian stepped in, wearing that same smile I was tired of seeing. "Honey, I want you tonight."

He quickly looked at the reports on the businesses owned by the 5 men whose wives had insulted Ajeng. It turned out that the gossiping women didn't know how their husbands behaved behind their backs. They insulted his wife as if they were the holiest people alive. When in reality, it was their husbands who had mistresses. "Conduct a surprise audit of those five businesses tomorrow. Don't give them any warning so they don't have time to hide their fraud," he ordered firmly. "Yes, sir," Raka replied with a nod. Evan closed the report and now looked at his wedding photo with Ajeng on the table. His lips smiled unconsciously. His wife was so beautiful and still looked like she was in her twentie

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.

“People will know you as Mrs Adams from now on, the wife of Karl Adams and the real madam of the Adam's family, your name holds so much power. With time, you'll find out..” I pursed my lips unable to utter a single word, what angel did I help in my previous life to be able to get so lucky? Just a few days ago, I was locked up without any way to escape, I've given up hope of ever coming out until my sentence is over. But here I am, the wife of a wealthy man. I'm gonna rain down blood on those who contributed to my misery. I'll make them regret ever choosing to betray me the way that they did. The countdown to their doom has just begun.

" 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

Vivienne clenched her fists at her sides, feeling a strange stab of pain as well as an overwhelming numbness in her chest. A cynical, ironic smile appeared at the corner of her lips. Look at that bastard, Vivienne thought, laughing bitterly inside her heart. Why should I bother trying to be a good and completely faithful wife in this hellish house anymore? While my own husband shamelessly brings his mistress here and makes out with her in the living room of my mansion? The guilt and self-disgust she had felt in the taxi earlier suddenly vanished without a trace, replaced by a blazing fire of hatred that burned even more fiercely.

“What are you doing Skyla.? Are you out of your mind.?! Paul screamed at me tossing the pills into his pockets. “Yes.! I'm out of my mind. And guess what.? The only way i can get back my senses is dying.! I screamed back at him. He sighed deeply and began to say something, but i didn't hear him as the effects of the drugs began to kick in and i fell asleep. The next morning, i woke up with a splitting migraine. I struggled to get out of bed when my door swung open. It was Jason. The husband I've tried so much to hate. “What are you doing here.? After all you've done to me. No apology. Am i even your wife.?! I asked in anger my eyes turning red. He scoffed. “Apology.? I owe you no damned apol

I just knew that it was a mess. Through the crack in the door, I saw Andrew's body pressing down on top of Ian. They were both kissing each other passionately while exchanging sugary yet disgusting sweet nothings. "Do you love your wife, Andy?" Ian asked, pouting. I had never heard such contempt and abhorrence in Andrew's voice as I did then when he replied, "If I did, I wouldn't have gotten some other guy to have sex with her and make it seem like she cheated on me."

“Word has already spread! The neighbors saw the police take Delia away in nothing but a sheet! Pregnant! Your own pregnant sister dragged out like a criminal! Have you no shame?” I lowered my hand from my cheek. My voice came out cold, even though everything inside me was burning hot. “She is a criminal. She broke into my home. She broke into my marriage and fucked my husband on my wedding anniversary. She deserves to rot in hell.” “Your marriage?” Mary let out a bitter laugh. “If your marriage was worth anything, she wouldn’t have been able to break into it, would she?” The words hit me like another slap. I felt a painful pang in my chest.

Evelina hissed as she was dragged away. “Better to destroy myself,” Olivia said, “than let you destroy the world.” The wives were escorted out, some crying, some threatening, some silent with shock. The chamber emptied in minutes. The moment the last door shut, the silence was deafening. Olivia stood alone in the center of a room built on centuries of privilege, now stripped to its bones. It felt…too quiet. Too still. Too easy. She walked to the window wall and looked over the courtyard. The wives were being escorted into armored vans. Some struggled. Some collapsed. Some stared at her with absolute hatred.