His Not So Beautiful Wife Novel Novels & Stories

Disappointment crossed her face, and she was not even bothering to hide it. What the… “She’s nothing like the women you’ve bedded, Drake. You want blondes. Sexy. Tall. This woman does not belong to this type.” I felt his body tense. “Beatrice is the most beautiful woman I ever know. She is my wife and I don’t think I need to explain it to you or not,” he said, his voice full of coldness. “Whoa. Are you freaking serious? That woman is your wife? You've got to be kidding, Drake. Why would you marry someone like her? She looked…plain.”

“She cooks for us, takes care of France, and even picks out my clothes. When she shops, she always includes something for me and France. She’s independent, responsible, and strong-willed. I don’t know where you got the idea she’s a pushover, but everything she does—she does it as my wife.” Fabian chuckled and turned to face Victor, who was now clearly irritated. “She used to be your wife, right? I’m honestly curious how you had the guts to cheat on someone like her.” Victor shot to his feet. “Are you seriously proud that you married someone who’s already been divorced? You really don’t mind leftovers?” Fabian didn’t flinch. “No. I just know how to recognize a woman’s worth. Sonia’s worth eve

The Ugly Wife "Happy birthday, my husband," said Olivia, who had just arrived carrying a birthday cake in her hands. Naturally, she wanted to give her husband a surprise at his birthday party, which was being celebrated in great luxury. "Who are you? I don’t know you! Why are you claiming to be my wife?" David looked at her with a gaze that seemed to scorn her. "You and I are already married. Why are you like this? Have you forgotten I’m your wife?" Olivia did not expect David to deny her as his wife. Her heart ached, but she tried to endure it.

He thundered, grabbing me by my shoulders and shaking me violently. “Get away from me!” I yelled, trying to break free from his grip. “Just, hear me out okay?” He said, a bit calmly this time and I got some time to take a look at his face. He was absolutely beautiful. The most perfect man I’d ever seen. How could a woman do beautiful marry the perfect man, or so she thought. This perfect man is a hunter, hunting for other women to indulge in. I pitied his poor wife, Bianca. Who knows if the man is actually the reason for their childlessness? Who knows?

I said. Bennet's muzzle lengthened but I saw that he was holding back his smile again. His eyes are twinkling. God... he's so gorgeous. And he's my husband. "Stop being cute, wife. You're cute already," Bennet said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me upright. Genern? Just cute? Hello! I'm beautiful and sexy and intelligent and brave and... and... beautiful again! It's just that, I haven't been able to shave my armpits yet. But even! The beautiful, even with armpit hair, is still beautiful. right?

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

A deal he’d sign to get more money. “Ms Morris. All those words of your beauty don’t do you any justice. You are exquisitely gorgeous.” Stefan cheekily pecked my hand. My skin tingled with uneasiness. “My pleasure,” I mumbled low enough for him to hear me. Gently, he lowered his gaze upon me, his eyes traversing my form. I could sense a glimmer of admiration as they beheld the dazzling, resplendent dress that gracefully adorned my silhouette. It fed the essence of his masculinity, affirming his conquest of my hand in marriage. Yet, within me, an ember of disdain flickered, for I resented the notion of becoming nothing more than a mere trophy wife in his eyes. The opulent gems weighing upon m

An arm-length away, but still a danger to touch. He's a poison she once had. Losing the memory of being intoxicated made the idea of being his victim again inviting. “What- I thought you didn’t know.” Belle looked away and kept a straight look in front of the unmoving car. Looking at his face made her weak and helpless. “Did you even love your ex-wife?” “Wife. She’s still my wife, Hya. We were never divorced.” Before she could say another word, Nikolai opened the door. “Liam is waiting inside.”

POV 3 She was fixing her hair that night when the man she loved so much walked in and smiled at her. As usual, Cassandra let Sebastian brush her hair. They had been married for years and lived a happy life. The small gestures of care from Sebastian made Cassandra love him even more. After that, Sebastian cleaned himself up, and the two of them sat facing each other. “I heard from Iker that Miles brought a woman covered in blood from his office.” Sebastian started the conversation, while the woman in front of him slightly furrowed her brows. She realized that her husband hadn’t changed at all.

He hated his scars and hated himself as well. “Oh, oh look, this one here is my favorite. It was written that this photo was taken before the accident where his wife died.” Sally said as she put her phone right in my face, forcing me to look at it, and my chest clenched. Ever since I was put in this situation, I refused to g****e anything about him or his wife. But she was right, he was a very handsome man and his wife was beautiful as well. We have some similarities, but in the end, she was way prettier than me.