I Am The Real Wife Novels & Stories

"This marriage is fake!" Everyone gasps, and Adam pulls me close to him. Someone pushes a microphone towards the waitress, and she gives the journalist a big, fake smile. "Adam Owens is a fraud, and you shouldn't believe his lies. I'm his real wife, and I want what's mine!" She snarled. "That's right, everyone. I'm his real wife." Nina Dobrev. The gold digging waitress who married Adam in Vegas and as she calls herself; his real wife, or realish at least.

That me and Maru will be like a normal couple. But I guess I'm wrong. Reality again hit me. No hope for me. I'm just a business wife and forever will be.

"I'll just leave this here. I'll be in my study room if you need me." "I won't ever need you." I told him softly. "Tell me, how was she like for you?" I said, slowly sliding off the bed. He furrowed a brow. "Your ex-wife. Was she a good wife to you? Was she perfect? Did she make you worry? Did she stress you like I'm doing now? And come to think of it," I snorted. "You had a wife before. But not once did you even give up the slightest hint that you were married. You're really good, Mariano. You're so good at fooling and deceiving people. Making them fall in love with you only for them to realize that everything had been a Fake from the very beginning. Hmph, what a gorgeous epitome of disaste

I couldn't read anything from him while waiting for what I'm about to say. "The man you own as your husband is my real husband. I'm the legal wife!" I firmly said. She furrowed her brows and walked towards me. "What did you say?!" she said shakily. "You heard it right? His real name was Hezekiah Leric Grant! And I am his legal wife!" Shock registered on her face, lips quivered so bad. Her knees suddenly weakened. Her eyes pooled with tears as she tried to catch her breath while holding her chest.

I should be too but surprisingly I'm not and that was why I wasn't thinking when I went home and showed up at his house where he's having a party. If I have to be the pretend wife, then I'm sticking up my games and doing it right. Two can play this game Sean Walters

All I want is to get to our hotel room and just die on the big bed. But for now, I'll just keep pinching myself to remind myself that this is real life. That Damien Hunt is my real husband. And that I'm his real wife. And that we are married for real. I thought this would be scary but the thought of calling him 'my husband' for eternity makes me burst with bliss. I don't care how old we get, Damien will always be my dream man. And living with him for the rest of my life is a dream! ****

“But I’m not just any man, am I? I’m your husband and you’re my wife. I can do whatever I want to you.” What did he say? This idiot, I’ll show him that I’m no longer under his control. I take a step forward so I’m standing in his personal space and give him a fake sweet smile. “That’s where you’re wrong. I am no longer your wife, Ex-husband.” A shadow crosses his face, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he’s trying to gauge whether I’m lying. “Ex-husband?”

amazing people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting in my life. I’m sorry about the way I ended things maybe I could have done things better. A part of me would always care for you.” Natasha stepped a step closer finally meeting his eyes. Then silence again. It was comfortable like a silence between two long-time friends. A slight cough brought them apart and their heads around. Rachel had heard everything. So this was the Natasha. She looked like she belonged to a magazine cover. She was tall with the most alluring brown eyes. Her wavy blonde hair rested beautifully on her shoulders. She was perfect. Natasha held out a hand to her. “Oh hi, I didn’t know you were here. I’m Natasha.” “Hey I

She's standing and Zara is adjusting something in her gown at her back, yet our eyes are a fucking magnet. "I'm gonna push you over man, and you're gonna fall over the steps if I see a single tear." Dave grunts over my shoulder and I explode with a laugh. My throat burns anyway. He can threaten me all he wants. But it's her and I don't care. If I bawl, let the whole world see it. My wife. I finally get to call Hermione my wife again. For real this time. Not in my head. Not in secret. Out loud.

He stroked my cheek, and my head tilted back as he began kissing my neck. "You’re my mother-in-law. Why would they wonder? I’ll just say you’re a proxy for Krisha because she couldn't join me. But that’s only an alibi because the one I’m actually with is my real wife." I laughed and moaned as his hand began kneading my breasts. "What do you mean by 'real wife'? We fucked, but that doesn't mean I'm your wife." He growled and squeezed my breast with a hint of pain. "Well, you said you’re mine. That means you're my new wife. I will fuck you every single day to make a point. If you want, I’ll really get you pregnant so you can never get away from me." I laughed again.