روايات وقصص ضمن His Legal Wife

I said quietly. Her eyebrow lifted, curiosity flickering. “Jason may promise you the world when he’s with you,” I continued, my voice steady but sharpened with steel, “but in real life… you’re just his side piece. The woman he turns to when I’m too tired to fuck him.” For a heartbeat, her smile faltered. Encouraged, I pressed on. I lifted my left hand, tilting the diamond on my ring so it caught the light. “I am legally married to Jason. He might be sleeping with you, but I don’t care. I’m the wife. The one everyone knows. The one with rights, the one with history.”

Ashleigh shifted away from her aunt, a sense of betrayal washing over her. "Miss Hartman, I am Mr. Cagliari's lawyer and legal representative. I have the marriage contract here," the man who had been observing silently finally spoke. He reached into the envelope and placed a document in front of her. Ashleigh sat silently, her eyes fixed on the bold letters at the top: MARRIAGE AGREEMENT CONTRACT. "Ashleigh, I know this is a lot to take in," Adrian added, his gaze steady on her still figure. "I want you to think carefully. During the time you are my legal wife, you and your aunt will be fully taken care of. Consider it a favor." Ashleigh finally raised her head to look directly at him, a spa

"I don't care what fancy title you gave yourself. I'm here for the CEO, Lucas Reed. I'm his wife, and I'm pregnant. So, go get him—now." She placed a proud hand on her stomach. "Lucas isn't in today," I answered calmly. Before she could cut me off, I continued, "But I can resolve this." I brought up our marriage certificate and placed my phone between us. "Lucas is my legal husband. You calling him yours qualifies as bigamy. I am well within my rights to sue you." Her expression shifted fast. She eventually focused entirely on me, her eyes narrowing as she examined my face.

"What exactly do you want?" "You already know what it is that I want." He grabbed her hand, which was clutching his hand at the time. "What if I tell you that the position was not yours from the start?" She felt shivers all over her body. She felt like the sky had broken over her. "I-I am aware of that. Nevertheless, according to the legal documents, regardless of whether it was a deal or not, I am your wife. You can't do this to me." "And what will you do if I do that?" His question was challenging.

it was certainly not in the sense of being a boss's lover as in previous years but as a legitimate husband and wife. Mr. Peter Desmond didn't take back his words. When he visited her, they had a simple meal together, and he made it clear that their marriage would be a legal registration, only informing their families and not disclosing the news publicly or hosting a celebration party. He wanted their lawyer to handle the legal aspects.

I asked perplexed. "You heard me right. I have Braden's heart in my keeping. You want to know why? Because I am the legal wife. I am his real beloved. Braden led me to the alter, he walked me down the aisle and vowed before God and man to always love me. Nothing and I mean nothing, can break such bond"

"When he got shot at the border, I hid him in my father's villa. I nursed him back to health. He said seeing me gave him the will to live. He proposed as soon as the bullet was out." "He said the only reason he didn't dump you sooner was guilt. Because you were a free servant for his parents." "Oh! Wait! That little ceremony in that run-down chapel? It has zero legal standing. Legally, I am his wife. You? You're just the mistress." She laughed, her body shaking. "You didn't know? We are legally married. He registered it to protect me. And I'm carrying his seed! The heir!" She stepped closer, her voice sharp.

Brendon and I went to register the property’s ownership in our names. Word spread quickly. Soon, many people knew we were married. Brendon had promised me that there would not be a wedding ceremony. Even so, the neighbors knew we were married. It would not seem right not to give out some wedding gifts. So we occupied ourselves preparing gifts for our colleagues, neighbors, kith and kin. We let everyone know that we were married. During that period of time, Brendon handled everything with remarkable tact. I heard someone once teasing him. They said he had a thing for married women and hence married a divorced woman.

"My wife is Thalia Langford." I paused long enough for every camera in the room to capture the moment. "She is the only woman I have ever called my wife, and she remains my wife." The silence became almost uncomfortable. "If any of you continue spreading false stories about my family, my marriage, or my wife, my legal team will respond accordingly. And for those who started this, they would be dealt with, same with anyone who tries to say or do something harmful to my wife.” Nobody challenged me. Nobody even attempted another question.

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