His Legal Wife Novels & Stories

Surely you will become the subject of conversation because you are considered to be a cheating partner," said Keysha. "Remember Keysha, don't forget this either; you're just a surrogate wife; I did marry you, but just so you know, I never loved you at all!" Xavier pointed right in front of Keysha's face. Keysha seemed to respond to all of this casually; he held Xavier's fingers, which he used to point at Keysha's face. Keysha kissed her husband's hand. "I love you, Xavier; what's wrong?" I just want to maintain our household because, after all, we are legal husband and wife, our relationship has been recognized by the state, and our relationship has been bound by God," Keysha said seriously.

“Ring shopping?” “We’re legally married again, Jennifer.” “Oh my God! Congratulations, sir. I’m so happy for you.” “I need to do this right. I can’t mess up.” I meant it. Being away from her all these years made me realise how much she meant to me. She wasn’t just Valeria, the little sister of my girlfriend. She was now a powerhouse attorney. To be the husband of a woman like her, I needed to step up my game. “You won’t mess it up, sir. I’ll be right behind you,” Jennifer said, which comforted me. I really didn’t want anything to go wrong—not after the amazing night we shared.

Hell, they even went after Kaycie, which they were told to do, but they should have aborted the plan when they saw that she was with the twins. “We need a picture of my grand aunt,” I tell my wife. “I know where one is and I will get it.” She replies. “Good now everything might fall into place,” I add. She smiles at me. She was never legally married to James. They had a wedding but it was actually not legal. The two of us had already married in secret. The preacher who had married James and her knew me and he never actually married them. He just made it seem like he did. None of the paperwork was ever filed. Of course, none of his family knew this but I didn’t care. They tried to st

Despite this, she wanted to support him. "I want to help in any way I can," Emma said. "I care about him deeply and want him to be okay. I'll work together with others to ensure his personal and business affairs are handled properly.” Gregory’s eyes narrowed, his tone sharp. “Ms. Lawson, with all due respect, you are not legally his wife. Until his family grants you authority—or the marriage is formalized—you have no legal standing to make decisions on his behalf.” The reminder hurt Emma's feelings, and she tried hard not to show it. She knew her situation was unstable, but it was even more difficult than she thought. She was merely a placeholder, an accessory in a life that, without Ryan, m

Amber thought she had the perfect life with Justine Thorne until a tragic car accident stole her baby and her future. Now, she has discovered the chilling truth, her husband and his brother’s wife didn’t just have an affair they watched her bleed and drove away to protect their secret. With the powerful Thorne family matriarch, Evelyn, pulling the strings to bury the evidence, Amber must transform from a grieving wife into a cold-blooded queen of industry. She will take their money, their reputation, and their freedom. But as the bodies start to drop and the secrets of that fatal night go deeper than she imagined, Amber must ask herself, how much of her soul is she willing to burn to

“Goodness, the patient is in bad condition. He’s hurt in many places and needs surgery, stat! Where’s his next of kin? We need his next of kin to sign for consent!” The passerby held up my phone and called one of the speed dial numbers. “Hello, are you Mr. Schultz’s wife? Your husband is in terrible condition, and the hospital needs you to sign for surgical consent. You need to get over here quickly!” Florence was annoyed by this. “How can you be so shameless, Tyson? Are you trying to pull one over on me by pretending to be hurt? I’m on vacation with Isaiah right now. I don’t have the time for your little tricks!”

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.

At this point, I was already holding on to the fact that there was no turning back. After the contract and their copies were sealed, I turned and looked around me, dishing out a wide smile. A smile that was made of plastic—fake and useless. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood. You both are now legally husband and wife,” the magistrate pronounced. I could only hear the echoes of congratulations, swimming in the air.

Sarah stared at Aston like he had just grown two heads. “What did you just say? You're married to her?” Aston interlocked his hands with Camila's and raised it up. “She's my legal wife, Mrs. Camila Winston.” Miles slammed his hands on the table and got up. “Legal wife, Mrs. Winston? You have to be kidding me, Mr. Winston. That woman next to you is my legal wife. She's married to me.”

"That's right." He followed me into the house and saw our wedding photo. His eyes were filled with resentment, and his voice grew firmer. "You don't love Sinead as much as I do. Sinead told me you even made her go without food for several nights. I came here to tell you that even if I can't legally marry her, I'm still going to be with her." He looked like a brave young man defending the love of his life. I froze slightly. "So, you knew all along?"