Lord Tengen Wives Novels & Stories

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

She had no jewelry on except for the watch on her wrist and her hair was tied up enhancing her face and making her look even more youthful. “My wife is always beautiful,” Jin Chen answered as he moved closer to Yang Lifei and made to encircle his hands around her waist but she slapped his hands away. He took a step backward and raised his hands up in surrender. His wife was truly mad at him because clearly, he had gone overboard yesterday night. Although she had a sweet smile on her face while she looked at him, her eyes spoke a whole different language, they were glaring daggers at him.

The woman's blue eyes were coolly appraising her. "The youngest of my mother's sons, Royce. This is his wife Violet," Another copy of King Orion sat at the table however he wore his hair longer, more similar to Elric. Saffron guessed that not having to worry about taking the throne someday lent to a more relaxed demeanor. He smiled at her while his wife gave her a fleeting look. She had wild curls of a deep red that hung to just below her shoulders. Her face was young, and she looked suspicious of Saffron, her brown eyes watching her every step.

“You sound like you have everything figured out. Almost like you already knew there was a possibility that something like this might happen.” “If you don’t have any plans to help the company, fine. Suit yourself and continue distracting yourself with that woman you married.” “Isobelle. Her name’s Isobelle.” “We have too much on our plate already. If it’s not worth talking about, let’s not talk about it.”

"Because Zhi Ling is Zhi Long's daughter. It was once the great Longs Empire before it's changed to the Rongs Empire. When your father-in-law married Madam Zhi Ling years ago, he covers up her identity and wipes out her record from the world. The only person who knows Madam Zhi Ling's identity is..my father, your father-in-law, Rong Yuan and..her sister...Zhi Ann" "So that's.." Richard suddenly remembers when Ramon once told him about Rong Yuan's weakness. It turns out to be his mother-in-law? He scoffs. 'Yes, that's right. The technologies in their generations were different from the current technologies. Wiping out the data from years back then is not a big issue and for sure it'll be dif

It wasn't a problem for him if Wijaya insulted him, but he was insulting Vio, and Brian would never accept that. "Shut your mouth, Sir! Never demean Vio. She's my wife!" "Ugh!" Wijaya spat to the left, as if disgusted by what Brian had said. "You still acknowledge Azzura as your wife, but you also protect that low-class woman!" The two stared at each other with hatred, neither showing any sign of giving in. This made Adrian, who was standing at the door, anxious. He was afraid that Azzura would wake up and see the commotion. He was also afraid of Mr. Wijaya's anger for helping Brian get in.

“You're making a mountain out of a mole hill, Preetah. Relax and continue being as quiet as you normally are. What, are you on your period?” All of a sudden, the jealousy and hurt I was feeling, turned to rage. I was mad. Mad, mad, mad. I wanted to tell him that he was wrong for seeing nothing wrong with another woman touching him, and right in front of me. I wanted to tell him that he was the wrong one, but I couldn't. I was a wife. And in our culture, women are submissive. Women don't go off and tell their husbands that they are wrong. Women keep quiet and allow their husband to be the head and lead.

Her lies, spewed under the cover of being a reporter, made me tremble with rage. "You're lying through your teeth! Wilson is my husband, not yours." Rowena Jones paused, then smirked like she had caught me in a slip-up. "Wilson's your husband? Prove it." "I..." "Here's my marriage certificate with Wilson. Got anything like that?" She waved two certificates from her bag, flaunting them for me and the camera to see. A chill ran through me. How on earth did she have a marriage certificate with Wilson?

Lorian is not a woman. He had never given birth and had no experience. When Tegan said this, he naturally nodded in agreement. He even suggested that the chef should prepare something more nourishing for her, but Tegan declined. Tegan went back to her seat. She really didn’t have the strength to stay for dinner. She quietly expressed her desire to go back. Lorian immediately said, “Are you afraid he’ll be angry? Strictly speaking, you’re still my wife.”

( Rhoswen's pov) I've sat through a hundred of these meetings and never once needed to check my own pulse before walking into the room. Today I checked it twice. The joint council meets quarterly a parade of shipping consortiums and insurance men who've known my father's name longer than they've known mine. I could usually walk this hallway half-asleep. Today my hands are cold inside my gloves, and I keep telling myself it's the wedding. Three days now, if you count from midnight. Not the fact that Torin Blackwood's name sits two lines below mine on the attendee list.