Kiana Farmer Wants A Wife Novels & Stories

My palms dug into my skin, my nails drawing crescents in my flesh as I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Oh, so you are defending her?” She laughed bitterly. “This—this woman—” “That’s not her name.” Kian finally stood up, wincing slightly as he moved. He ignored the pain from his surgery and walked over to my side. “Her name is Eliora. She is my wife. I will defend my wife because it’s the right thing to do, and because she did nothing wrong. If you can’t stand that, then leave.” Tonia stared at him in pure disbelief. “No, Kian. This is Eliora we are talking about. This is not you.” Her voice softened, trying to coax him. “You are just blinded by whatever lie she told you. But I’m not belie

“And privacy.” “That’s not enough,” Amara replied softly. Lucas’s eyes darkened. “This marriage was never meant to be fair.” The words stung—but they were honest. “Then I want one thing,” Amara said. “What?” “Freedom within these walls,” she said. “I won’t live like a guest in my own marriage.” Lucas studied her, something unreadable shifting in his gaze. “You’re asking for control.” “I’m asking for dignity.” Another pause.

I knew she had been watching dramas lately, and I thought it was a good way to pass the time as long as she didn't overdo it. When Diana closed her laptop, she looked at Yohan again, her expression turning serious. “Your brother is the best husband. He would do anything for Amanda and me.” I was happy to hear her praise. The sincerity in her words made my heart tremble. I wrapped my arms around her. “I’m truly lucky to have you as my wife.” “Oh, for goodness’ sake… It’s so annoying watching you two being lovey-dovey right in front of me.” Yohan shook his head lightly.

"I can do it, Kieran. I did not react to anything today at all. I just need a few touches here and there. And that's all. You do not even have to tutor me personally; George can teach me everything I should know, and Matilda too." "You are too optimistic. Mafia members do not have this sparkle you have now. You'd be dead at the drop of a heartbeat if I let you go." "So you're saying that if I am to be fit to be your wife, I would have to fall into the world of darkness and live a minimalist life just like you? Is that what you want, Kieran?" "Is that why you keep reminding me that I am your contract wife? Because I do not have the perfect amount of darkness to match yours?"

" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform? Naomi's face went cold as she stepped up. I pulled her back. Talia smirked. "What? Hit a nerve?" I gave a small smile and shook my head. "Talia, I shouldn't have kept you tied to me. We're done. You walk away with nothing, pay back what you owe, and get out of my hotel." She lost it. "No way! Half of everything is mine—you're not taking it all!" I let out a short laugh. "If I want, you don't get a dime. But tell me—those two kids... whose are they?"

and then practically tiptoed out like we were all armed. Rhea, however, was ready for round two. She turned on Kane with all the fire and brimstone she could muster. "Why are you disgracing me because of this cheap thing? She’s a wife for hire! It’s all over the media. She’s cheap!" Oof, that was creative. Kane just tutted, unbothered. "Why are you still on social media at your age grandmama?" I actually choked on a laugh. "And calm down.." he added. "You don’t get to disrespect my wife. She’s family, treat her as such."

It was no different from the monotonous three years of their marriage. "Alright." Lana didn't bother reading through it. She picked up the pen and signed the document. Her marriage to Liam was nothing more than a contractual agreement. Now that his lover was back, it was time for her to step aside and make way for the true Mrs. Kane. Lana had spent three years with the Kane family. And now that Carol had returned, Lana would finally have time to continue with her medical studies. The lawyer put away the signed agreement as Liam got to his feet.

“Sheila, wake up! Five years ago, he said he was saving money to buy a house! And you believe that crap?” “Mom! Stop it! This year, at the end of the year, we’ll definitely buy a house and get married.” Sheila angrily hung up the phone, wiping away the tears in the corner of her eyes. In fact, because he was poor, Kane had never mentioned marriage to her. And she had quietly worked hard for six years, only two thousand away from owning a house in the precious capital. Sheila was a down-to-earth person, never thinking about those unrealistic things.

Just Andrea. Not the wife. Not the architect. Not the woman who always smiled. Just the woman who waited. And was slowly growing tired of waiting.