I Am The Real Wife Novels & Stories

Prestine! She pouted. "Alright, alright I'll shut up now. But you know, there's nothing wrong if something ever happens between the two of you. I mean, technically, the two of you are a married couple." "Come on, he's not even my boyfriend." "But he is your husband!" "My fake husband." "That still counts. You can still do whatever a couple usually do." I shook my head. "B-By the way, why did you ask me to go here?"

"Then who's your boss? I want to talk to them." Cole gave a crooked smile. "Can't do that. But Mr. Dawson, haven't you already met her?" Jared froze. "When?" Unis had been his top client for years. He'd only met a few project leads—never the real owner. Even Cole was a recent face. Cole's smirk sharpened. "Still not getting it? The CEO of Unis... is your soon-to-be ex-wife. Lucia." Silence. Alice laughed first. "Come on, Mr. Carter. Lucia? That broke nobody? She grew up on the streets. No way she owns anything, let alone a company."

Lucian turned in the water and moved toward me, an arm on either side, boxing me in between him and the edge of the pool. "Stay a little longer." His voice was low, rougher than usual. I stared at the surface of the water. "I didn't think you'd want me around." A warm, wet hand came to my chin — his thumb and fingers curling gently around my jaw, tipping my face up until I was looking directly at him. Into those dark eyes that pulled like a current. "We're still husband and wife." My heart slammed. "What does that… mean?" Then his mouth was on mine. Jasmine tea, warm and faint, on his breath.

"Monica… Why didn't you contact me? He kidnapped you, and you're still staying with him? Do you have any idea what I went through to find you?" I looked at him quietly. There was no sharp ache in my chest anymore. "Didn't expect you to be this worked up over an enforcer. Where was all that urgency when all those people died on Moonfall Island?" Doug froze, words catching in his throat. The joy of finding me twisted into something uneasy. "What are you doing? Stop this and come home with me." I couldn't stop the tears this time. I took a step back, my voice breaking. "What am I to you? "Your wife? Your girlfriend? A toy? Or just a dog you keep on a leash with fake love? I'm telling you, the m

“Why?” “Because I don’t want them to find that son of a bitch before I do.” “So I’m going to act like your real wife?” Wow! This guy’s words were always a mystery. “You appear to be my real wife, after all!” I wanted to explain to him right then what a real husband and wife are like, but I was sure he knew. He probably didn't believe a stork brought him here. Besides, just last night he’d come straight from someone else’s bed. I bet whoever he was with has more of a "real wife" status than I do.

She is not like Kier or any other woman, in fact she is not like anyone else I have ever known. She is Celestine. My wife. The mother of my unborn children. And believe me world, I am never letting her go. Never.

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”

He stood up, towering over me without a shred of shame. “Oh, cut the dramatic wife act. It bores me. You knew exactly what this marriage was when we signed the papers. I don't love you, Lydia. I never have, and I damn sure never will. You're a placeholder. So stop throwing a goddamn tantrum over something you already knew." The realization hit me like a physical blow. I had spent four years humiliating myself, playing the perfect, submissive wife, trying to make this narcissistic bastard love me. And this was my reward.

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

Ryan immediately stopped him and grabbed him by his collar as he said to him, "Don't you dare to touch her. She is not yours. She is mine. She is my officially wedded wife." Jack started laughing and said to him mockingly as he brushed aside his hands and got himself free from his grip, " Well, I'm sorry to say that your officially wedded wife is my mistress." Everyone was dumbfounded hearing his ridiculous words as they looked at him with disgust. Nichole started crying and Ryan who had been holding back his anger till now lost his temper and threw a punch in his face and said to him in a fierce tone, " Dare you to say that again."