Issei Wives Novels & Stories

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

Fabiola Vito, twenty right years old, three kids, and married to one of the Don’s under Capo Enzo Valenti. I hear the laughter before we step into the garden and that's when I see them. The elite mafia wives club, it's comprised of the Don's wives, well, the younger ones. The first one I recognise is Isabella, my other sister in law. She sits with a glass of wine in hand, swirling it with a bored expression while the other women talk. This isn't her scene, she's usually with the older women. She's more mature and has more experience. “Ladies,” Andrea calls out.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

I had spent years in rooms full of people who said everything except what they meant and had started to think that was just how things worked. Mara Ellison apparently did not get that memo. ************** Dorothy called Tuesday morning to tell me she liked her. "She's careful," my mother said. "But not cold. There's a difference." "I know." "Do you?" It wasn't a question. "Elias, she's been alone with that child for three years. She built everything by herself and she's still standing. Do you understand what that takes?" "Yes." "I don't think you do yet." She paused, and I heard her breathe in the particular way she did when she was choosing her next words carefully. "She looked at you twice

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

Although the men could fool around with other women, there could only be one first wife. Therefore, the first wives would, more or less, look down upon women who were mistresses or concubines. They could not experience the feeling at home during ordinary times, but once they were brought out to such occasions, it was time for them to shine, which could be seen when they looked at Jenna. "Sit down, all of you," of course, none of those escaped from Hansen's eyes. His sword-shaped eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his cold gaze swept over them. He pointed towards the seats next to them, and his voice was calm, but his tone made people feel uneasy.

When she married Magnus Jones, a wealthy and influential polygamist big shot as his second wife, Elissa struggled to come to terms with the fact that she would have to share her husband with other women even though he told her what it would be like from the start. And indeed a few years after he married her, he also wedded Catherine’s mother, Diana Lewis as his third wife and she was slowly becoming his new favorite. While some may have found a way to navigate this complex situation with grace and understanding, Elissa's bitterness was on a whole different level.

she murmured and headed into her office. "Honestly Mira, I am losing my mind." Catherine lamented after she narrated what happened to Mira. "Are you telling me that your runner-away boyfriend has returned?" Mira asked, still don't believe Catherine. "Mira, he did not just return, but he is also my boss" Catherine continued "So when are you going to tell him"? Mira "Tell him what," Catherine asked "About Your son Ellis," Mira said. "I can't tell him anything. He may deny ever knowing me" Catherine said.

Theo raised the hand in which he held the glass and cut it off. "There is no need to insult her. Josephine is my wife. ” “ How much longer, Theo? ”She whispered, leaning toward him. His eyes narrowed, but his lips still parted. "You don't like green. Everyone knows she is worn by jealous women. Vanessa pursed her lips. “Am I jealous? To her? ”She said mockingly and laughed so loudly that all heads turned towards them. "Your wife comes from a family of thieves. Giving such a last name to someone like that will be the way to your downfall. ”