Khalil Kain Wife Novels & Stories

She threw the gun on her bed, stepped closer to him, caressed his cheeks with both of her hands, and pressed her lips against his. For one last time. He embraced her and continued the kiss like a hungry kid getting to eat after ages. Like a traveller who finally reached a town after years of being lost in a boat in the ocean. Like a lover who was finally united by their love after years of separation. She backed off. "Consider this a closure kiss for whatever we were at some point in time, my ex-husband. I am going to marry Steve today, and nobody on this planet can change my mind-" She said emotionlessly.

Taking a deep breath, I knock on the door, excitement bubbling inside me. "Coming!" I hear Chris call from inside. The door swings open, revealing Chris with a surprised expression on his face. But that surprise turns to guilt in an instant when he realizes I'm standing there. "Sheila! Hey, I wasn't expecting you," he stammers. I raise an eyebrow, chuckling a little. "Oh, really? Well, I just wanted to surprise my loving fiancé after a long day at work." My eyes shift to the bed behind him, where a woman is sitting up, looking equally startled. The smile instantly dies on my lips.

"When we get there, let Davis be the one to access if you're beautiful or not, not me." Andrea frowned at him and looked away. "Hmph!" Elena smiled, shaking her head. "Okay, let's go." . . Elena and Alex's arrival brought a lot of jealous glares. Everyone knows him and he was VIP, they all expected him but not with a woman. They knew he was once a married man, they just didn't know he already has his life put together. They would have if Alex himself didn't ban the media from poking into his life.

Birthdays, arguments, and the sound of her mother singing softly while cooking dinner late at night. The memories followed her all the way to the front door. Eventually, Selena pushed it open and stepped inside. Voices drifted faintly from the living room. Then she saw them. Sophia lounged comfortably across the sofa wearing silk loungewear with designer heels dangling carelessly from one foot. Beside her sat her husband, Ethan Carter, one arm stretched lazily along the back of the couch while the other scrolled through messages on his phone. The sight twisted something sharp inside Selena’s chest.

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

“She is Caitlin! The ex-wife of Sebastian, the new Global CEO of KM International Group!” A sharp-eyed reporter in the audience recognized Caitlin as the ex-wife of the famous Sebastian and quickly confirmed it with photos from the news. The mention of Caitlin’s identity immediately caused a stir, with Sebastian’s title also being hotly discussed. While Caitlin’s background was not widely known, nearly everyone knew of KM International Group, US’s VEG, and Sebastian, the head of The Vanderbilt Family. To their surprise, Caitlin was revealed to be Sebastian’s ex-wife!

SJ noted that there was immediately over a million viewers currently watching her press conference. “I’m sure that all of you by now have seen the video of me attacking Sebastien Kincaid’s rumored wife,” she started seriously. “Why am I saying rumored? Because we never ever heard of a wedding announcement. As far as we all know, he always has a woman on his side. So, how is it possible for him to get himself a wife?”

I looked up, only to see Kael’s expression harden even more. “I am married,” he stated suddenly, voice cold. His words hit me like a slap. “What does that mean?” I managed to ask, my voice barely more than a whisper. Kael’s gaze didn’t soften. He didn’t even look at me as he addressed the doctor. “My wife is Selene. Don’t make that mistake again,” he said, dismissing the doctor with a cold nod. The doctor gave me a brief, pained glance, then turned to leave.

The ache in his body had worsened, only proving how much being close to his wife acted like a drug—calming and healing. Prince Khalid’s friend, seated beside Karl, glanced at him with concern. “I had to drop my wife off at her father’s place. She’s banned from the palace, remember?” Karl said flatly, then turned to his brother. “You don’t look well yourself, Khalid.”

Kiara didn’t know that her best friend still remembered it. The onlookers began whispering immediately, especially the socialite ladies nearby. “Isn’t that Sophia? Killian Reids’ wife?” “You mean the mistress who snatched her stepsister’s husband? Yeah. Rumor has it that she now lives in the Reids’ mansion.” “Oh really? Why? Doesn’t Killian live in the Villa? Did they move to the mansion? Since she’s pregnant, the family must insist on taking good care of her. I heard Samantha Reid dotes on her.”