I Am The Real Wife Novels & Stories

"What are you talking about? Of course, I'm Sierra. I'm your wife." He shook his head slightly. "No," he whispered. "You're… you're not my wife. My wife … my real wife … died years ago.” My heart pounded in my chest. "What are you saying?" My voice trembled as I stuttered. “You’re … you’re an imposter,” he said as his eyes closed once more. “They’re here to take you … home.” "Back?" I whispered, my mind racing. "Back where?"

I'm your Maid, it's not the other way around. "You're also my friend and it's not such a bad thing to help you out if you're helping me, as a friend." She opened her mouth to say something but my phone chimed which automatically distracted her. I grouchily took the phone from the bed to read whatever message just popped in. I was expecting a message from Alvin but it instead is a message from an unknown ID and it read: *** Hey, hey, hey, new 'wife'. That title of being a wife might not last for as long as you think because I'm on a mission to eliminate your husband. If you love him and care about his life, you should return home because I'm

"Why are you so worked up about it? She's not even your fake wife yet. And you don't find her hot while I do. So it won't be a big deal if I ...." "Don't even complete those words if you don't want to see your teeth on the floor" I told him. Derek burst out laughing. "Fine. You can have her all to yourself. Good night brother!" Derek said and swaggered out of my room. I frowned and took a big gulp of the wine. That woman Carmen is just my fake wife. She's a woman I am hiring to play the role of my wife because I need to be on the list of the richest men in the world this year. Nothing more...

His awful but consistent true self. I walk to the kitchen and do my job. I have to remind myself that this is exactly why I'm rich now. Because this is actually a job and I shouldn’t forget it. Of course I wouldn’t let my husband treat me like Jae does, but it’s because he’s not my real husband. I will give him a child and stay with him for a few years to collect as much money as I can, but then I’m out. And I’ll look for my real husband. Someone completely not-like-him.

“I'm not stopping anything, babe. I just want to talk to Dr. Elara, since I know more about you than she does. I'm here to support you through this, okay?” Tears swell in my eyes as the words sink in. I feel my heart grow to the point of almost bursting from how good I feel. “Really? Do you mean that?” I ask in a whisper. Ian raises my hand and places a kiss inside my palm, “I do. Anything to put my wife's mind at ease so she can be happy.” Oh God. “Who is this, and where is my husband?” "What do you mean?" He shrugs. "My husband is never nice. You must be an imposter."

Some die where they fall, others bleed out on the ride home. If I had someone like her, a nurse who knew what to do, someone to treat them, patch them up, keep them alive… I could have unshakable warriors at my back. But then I looked at her again. She’s my wife. Yeah, it’s just a fake marriage, but that doesn’t change the fact that she’s my woman. Not a soldier. Not a pawn. Not a sacrifice. She doesn’t belong in that kind of hell. I stepped toward her, jaw clenched, voice sharp.

“I don’t want to listen! Don’t you understand? If I give in, if I admit I’m sick, then I’m not the man I’ve been my whole life. I’m not Jason Carlisle. I’m… less.” Her eyes filled. She went to him, kneeling by his chair. She took his hand, pressing it to her heart. “Listen to me. You are not less. You are more than the titles, more than the strength. You are my husband. You are Lila’s father. You are the man who stood on a stage and faced down corruption. But you don’t have to fight this alone. Not with me here. Not with us.” His throat tightened. For a moment, the mask cracked. But then he shook his head, whispering, “I don’t know how to not fight.”

I added. “But someone else owns you, you have a wife.” she whispered, her fingers gripped my shirt, she was looking like someone that was at the verge of tears. “You are my wife, I don’t have any other wife. You are the one I want to get married to and you are the only one I’m getting married to. Athena is a sham, whatever you think is going on between both of us is business, just mafia power toss. Even if I get married to her, there won’t be any relationship between us.” I assured her.

Every single word oozed self-pity. I pitied her hardships. I never refused when she asked me to help her brother. I even handed over my bank card for her to manage. While I sat frozen, she posted again. "His business is doing pretty well lately. I'm planning to have him buy my son a wedding house. After all, his assets will end up being my son's sooner or later anyway. What's wrong with planning ahead?" A string of supportive comments followed. Someone asked her how she managed to deceive her husband so flawlessly.

My fiancée, Summer Walker, and I were supposed to spend our honeymoon on a tropical island. Instead, she brought my two best friends along. I didn't think much of it, so I joined them for a game of Truth or Dare. After several rounds and several drinks, I was starting to feel tipsy. Adam Lewis and Joseph Thompson laughed and teased me for being such a lightweight. Then the bottle landed on my fiancée. Summer chose Truth. One of my friends asked, "What's your biggest secret?" She lowered her head, a blush slowly spreading across her face as her hand instinctively moved to cover her belly. I was about to smooth things over when both men rushed to offer to drink for her. Neither was willin