Knotted Wife Novels & Stories

She just nodded “uhn uhn.” “What are you concentrating so hard on?” I asked her. She turned the laptop toward me and it’s a picture of the devil himself with a beautiful woman I don’t recognise, he had his hand around her waist as they smiled big for the camera. The caption read business mogul and billionaire investor Knox Carter with his wife the veteran model Vivian Carter. Wtf!! He’s married? I didn’t know he was married, I’ve never seen him wear a wedding band. Is he a cheat? I had all sorts of thoughts running through my head.

I stopped fighting her, letting her win. “You were nothing, and now you got everything I managed to have, so you can baby something,” she charged up. “You returned the ring, and you have been selfish all along. You didn't think twice about the fact that it could have been a rumor. You returned the ring like it was a wrong transaction, and now you are saying I got what you had?” I gave a succinct reply and readjusted herself a bit. “You have no right to lay your hands on my wife that way. You should find better things to do than that,” Alexander defended, and I was lost, staring at how pissed he looked at Valerie.

The truth, raw and unadorned, spilled from William Jackson's lips. Cathleen's grasp tightened around her cup, its warmth a stark contrast to the chill that settled in her bones. Xavier Knight—cold, ruthless, dominant—was now her husband, a man who lived shrouded in shadows, his disdain for love as palpable as the ring on her finger. A marriage that was born not of passion or tenderness but of strategic retreats and familial chess moves.

The bond which went through all thick and thin situations but survived every stormy weather. They never broke, never left and this is what makes everyone envy them. They all were individually perfect in themselves and were strong enough to fight with the world. But whenever they were together their power tripled and seemed like the "Great wall of China", unbreakable and stronger. Karan on the other hand, was sulking and scowling as his wife not even for once called him back or texted. He loathes Krish for snatching his wife's attention toward him. He felt like flying to Australia and having her all to himself but it wasn't possible and this made him more frustrated.

an unfamiliar guy walked in. “You are?” I raised a brow at him. “Blake, Mr. Knight's assistant. I'll be driving you to the place Mr. Knight prepared for you….” “Oh, my God Dahlia, you need to see this!” Anita suddenly flipped out, cutting the guy off and shoving her phone into my face. “A Cunning Wife cheats on her husband and aborts their child without his knowledge.” The headlines of the article on her phone read. I shoved the phone away. “That has nothing to do with me, Anita…”

I questioned, taking a light sip of my coffee. Her mouth shook as she rubbed her palms together, she removed her shade and dropped it on the table. “Dorian and James are twins and they are her only son. My name is Knox and I am the wife of Lorenzo,” she introduced and Joe turned simultaneously with Luca. They looked alerted as they both cocked their pistol, she seemed to have been expecting this response from them so she turned to them. “We are divorced by the way… then I developed a chronic heart illness after not seeing my daughter, I was in that position for 20 good years–”

However, unlike last time, I didn't tell my wife in advance because I wanted to surprise her. My wife's name was Kathleen Todd. We used to work at the same company. After she married me, she became a full-time housewife and relied entirely on me to support her financially. Even so, I never felt resentful because I loved her very much. I opened the door and snuck into our apartment. Kathleen was preparing food in the kitchen with her back turned to me. She was wearing a see-through shirt over a white bodycon mini dress. Her outfit put her perky butt and long legs on full display.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

Katina says. "I would love too," I say to her I turn to Luca and Whisper in his ear "I gonna try to find out from one of these wives who shot up our wedding," "Be careful," he says and kisses my temple and before I leave I say "Niko" and leave. "how long have my husband and yours know each other," I ask Katina "Oh they've know each other for a while their quite loyal to each other I do want to warn you about some of the other Mafia wives their a little Bertel some of them not all of them of course," she says

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "