Jojo Brim Wife Novels & Stories

I gave a deliberate cough, loud enough to shake a building. Damien nudged her gently aside and reached for my hand. “Brandy, this is Kim—my wife.” That did it. I could see the moment her pupils contracted. Brandy’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second, but she recovered like a pro. “Oh,” she said, blinking at me. “Wife?” I gave her my best ‘nice-to-meet-you-but-not-really’ smile. “Yes. His wife.” She extended a hand. “Brandy Dupont. Damien and I… go way back.”

"My sister-in-law runs a billion-dollar empire. A tramp like you could never." She released her grip, her gaze sliding downward, her fingers following. "You love seducing people so much? Then I'll let everyone watching get a good, long look!" She ripped open my dress. Bare skin was instantly exposed, and the livestream erupted. *Yes! Now that's how a wife deals with a mistress!* *Get her! Homewreckers deserve exactly this!* *If you ask me, this is still too lenient. Back in the old days, they'd have drowned her for this.*

said Clarita to Byan, who was playing with Yara and Yandra. Byan turned to look at his wife's beautiful face. "Don't thank me, dear; this is my job. I hope everything goes smoothly. I really love you." Clarita blushed, nodded, and hid her head in the crook of Byan's neck. "Um, Miss Clarita, sorry, can we talk together?" asked Bram, who suddenly appeared in front of her. "Hey Bram, what's wrong?" Clarita asked, confused. Bram seemed hesitant to convey what was in his heart. “You guys just chat first. Maybe there is something important that Bram wants to convey." Clarita nodded in compliance with her husband's words.

"What? Why are you calling me a psycho as soon as she appeared?" Brianna screeched. "Jason Grant! I am your wife! We are the ones who should be family. "Open your eyes wide and see her for the scheming woman that she is! She's going to ruin the whole family. You're only going to be destroyed if you believe her!" My scalp was throbbing with pain. I struggled for a while. Then, I grabbed the chance to time my fall backward, landing heavily on top of Brianna.

Everything made him angry, more especially seeing his wife, Danielle. "Why did you call me here? What if someone sees us? Where is your wife?" Brianna asked as soon as she pulled away, the panicked look in her eyes making Javier rethink his decision. "Javier, we spoke about this; we can't be seen together." She said in her deep voice. Javier sighed and threw his head back in frustration. "I know." He breathed. "I know and I'm sorry." He looked at her with sad eyes. "I love you, Bree." He said and pulled her into another tight hug.

“I beg your pardon?” Vadim’s smile deepened slightly, as though amused by her reaction. “My son—your husband—a man so busy he couldn’t even bid you farewell on the first day of his marriage. As his father, I must apologize on his behalf. Clearly, I failed to raise him properly.”

“I feel like I'm about to interrupt something.” I looked towards the door and Mario stood there with a smile. Mario has been like a brother to me, he's been supportive since I came to Los Angeles. He's like a brother, a nanny and a mother, he treats me so well that when I gave birth to Jayden everyone thought he was my husband.

Sebastian Vance stared at the flickering television screen, entranced by the image of Luna, his former wife, beaming with a fire that had long been extinguished in their shared life. The news anchor spoke of her recent success, a tribute to her resilience that only fueled the dark remnants of his obsession. He could feel the familiar burn in his chest of anger, jealousy, and an insatiable hunger to reclaim the control he once had.

I had just arrived at the office when I received a call from one of my wife's colleagues. "Mr. Brooks, we haven't been able to reach Dr. Lawson at all," he said urgently. "Her younger brother has suffered a sudden heart attack and needs immediate cardiac surgery. Can you get in touch with her?" The moment I heard something had happened to my brother-in-law, I forgot all about work and rushed straight to the hospital. On the way, I kept calling my wife again and again, but she never answered.

“I’m not. I’m just learning to live differently now.” I turned my head slightly, catching the faint outline of her smile, the same soft, tired smile she gave everyone now. Once, she used to look at me like that. Only her face was brighter, and her smile was real. “By differently you mean shielding that fucker 24/7? Are you his PR?” I taunted. “No, I'm his wife, Isaac and he loves me just like I love him.” She said adamantly and it took a lot of energy for me to shrug like I was unbothered.