Housewife Novels & Stories

Constant work. And the one who'd done it all without a word was gone. Now her life was unraveling. "Asher, the electricity got cut. Can you take care of it?" "Asher, you haven't been home in a while. Come over for dinner." "Asher, how do you use the washer? I need to do laundry." ... Even Asher got annoyed. At first, he answered. A few times. Then he stopped picking up altogether. Janet finally saw it—she couldn't even handle the basics on her own.

She came home from her lowly paid job and made her way through the glass doors of a magnificent large mansion. One would think that she was a maid or housekeeper judging from the way she was dressed. But who would know that she was actually the wife of the master who owns the mansion and a large amount of properties and businesses?

I am 5'4" tall with a petite figure and small 34A breasts. I keep my body in good shape for my age with a couple of gym sessions a week. I am married to a decent, hard working man and have a wonderful son of 18. All in all we have a fine life on my husband's good salary even to the extent that I am fortunate enough not to have to work. In short, I am what used to be described as 'a lady of leisure' pretty much pleasing myself as to what I do with my time as long as I cover the responsibilities of being a housewife. All that my husband expects of me, is to keep a tidy home, prepare meals for him and my son and to maintain an active sex life with him. The latter

She give me confusing look and told me, "Who is hari ??.. I don't know any hari.. Go away from here.." After saying this, she tried to close the door.. Somehow I managed her refusal and asked her about shops.. She told me the route to go market area after giving me doubtful look.. I start to go by the route she told and bought all the things like cleaning items, vessels to cook food, vegetables and grocery.. And I bought a pillow and bedsheet for him as a result of spotting a plain old bed on the corner of the hall in the house.. As I was buying those things, zomeone of them gave me a disgusting look and others give me a pathetitc look.. It’s a normal thing for me to get a disgust look but

she repeated the question she always asked. According to her, a wife's duties were only three: first, to serve her husband in bed, second, to give birth and raise children, and third, to be a housewife. I hung up the phone and didn't want to answer anymore. "Who was it?" Eddie asked, looking concerned. I just shook my head. I didn't want to explain this to Eddie right now.

The Tv turns on and a shrill voice fills the air causing the laughter to die down. “A fraud, that’s what she is and my family would get to the bottom of this. Our empire would not go down so easily.” A woman in a cute halter-neck dress is speaking into a microphone, cameras flashing all around her. Something about her seems familiar. In the casual way she flips her hair and throws her bejewelled fingers. She’s dripping in diamonds. “Does it mean she’s still in control of all the family assets, including the infamous Hamilton estate?” A reporter with a mic questions the woman.

"Are you trying to claim it was you? Ma'am, don't let vanity get the best of you. How could a housewife who doesn't earn a cent influence a corporate foundation? You have the nerve to say it, but I don't have the stomach to listen." My expression darkened. "A stay-at-home mother might not earn a salary, but that doesn't mean her labor is valueless." "A nanny, a private tutor, a professional organizer, a therapist, a chef—you know the annual salaries for these roles perfectly well. A housewife combines all these talents to serve a family, yet her husband fails to provide a corresponding wage. That is the husband's incompetence, n

A young woman walked in. When I saw her face clearly, I nearly dropped the coffee cup in my hand. The person who had come to my home was Daniel's prized student, Sophie Ward. The diligent, hardworking student that Daniel often praised was now clinging affectionately to Megan's arm. "Mom, you really do look like some kind of rich lady wearing that." She took out a bottle of cold-pressed juice and pulled her to sit on the sofa. When Sophie saw the red wine on the coffee table, she frowned. "Mom, why are you still drinking red wine? If someone finds out, they'll start questioning the pregnancy."

"Her name is Sophia. I never made the connection until an hour ago, when Marcus mentioned her full name during his confession. Sophia Reed. Isabelle, I think the woman who's spent this entire week trying to destroy your marriage isn't just working for Whitmore." He looked at her, his face ashen, his voice barely above a whisper. "I think she's your cousin." Detective Cole's hand stilled on the doorframe. Isabelle felt the room tilt violently beneath her, every version of Sophia she'd built in her mind over the last week collapsing at once, the calculating stranger, the paid operative, the woman who'd sat across from her with cold, patient eyes and told her that not everything Adrian built wa

Did I hear that right? She was threatening me? Ever since we got married, I worked from home and barely showed up at the company. She figured I was jobless, living off her—throwing me a thousand bucks a month so I wouldn't starve. I never touched it. Everything I wore, everything I owned—it was all custom. She just couldn't tell. So to her, I was just some stray waiting for scraps. "Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change."