Loving Wives Novels & Stories

he asked She sighed before replying, “It is said that no matter how much your husband loved you before marriage, they all change after marriage, they want their wives to cook for them, clean for them, do the laundry, have babies, then cook, clean and wash for the babies too , the romance flies out of the window and ...,” she blabbered on.

data-p-id=82eca71f7ac217849f3ba1383a595493,style=text-align:left;,"Whatever for?" data-p-id=d7e46828d3303f4c88e9ca7ef6cf5b82,style=text-align:left;,"For changing my life. For loving me. For being the kind of wife and mother any man could only dream about. For filling all the holes in my heart and making it feel so full that I fear it might burst of happiness."

Amelia's heart sank, and she felt all the grievances she had been suppressing for years suddenly burst out. She rushed out and shouted. “I am your wife, Leo, do you want me to just sit back and watch you go to another woman without any reaction?” Leo stopped, and his next words completely crushed her. “Have you forgotten how you became my wife? I was forced to marry you. If it weren't for you back then, Damien wouldn't have died. I have put up with you for three years. Not sending you to jail was for the sake of our families’ reputation.”

"When she told me to meet her tomorrow and the registered office for the divorce it was like my soul has left my body and I don't know why? When fainted I it was like I should go and take her from that Kyle's arms but what the need I don't even love her and the woman I love she has killed her baby. But what amazes me is that my brain won't forget the fact that Kyle called my Wife his Love which means what Nicole said was true. that bitch has been cheating on me with no other man without me knowing. " All this year she has been pretending that she loves me and she is ignorant when she is not at least I won't feel bad for not loving her. "I told you that Rhain loves only money and not you and

his voice booming through the speakers. “Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church… Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.” He closed the Bible slowly, looked over the sea of faces, and smiled. “Now, you see, this is not a suggestion,” he said, his voice full of fire. “This is the divine order! This is God’s plan. A woman who listens to her husband, who obeys, who submits… she will be blessed. She will live in peace. But those who challenge, who question, who think they can be equal to the man God placed over them, they b

“Everything with you becomes about us.” “Someone is threatening you.” The line went quiet. Damien lowered his voice. “I don't know who it is yet, but until I do, you're staying somewhere I can protect you.” Sophia swallowed. “I don't need you to protect me.” “Maybe not,” Damien replied. “But you're my wife now.” Her heart tightened at those words. “We're not really married.” “To everyone else, we are.” “And to you?” Damien paused. He didn't know why that simple question suddenly felt so difficult to answer.

“If you loved her.” He sighed again. “Love is complicated, Cloe. I loved your mother so much it took my breath, but I loved my wife, too. She was the mother of my boys, a good woman, a woman I could depend on.” His shoulders were tense. So tense. “I know you may not see them like that, but my wife and Verity are good people. They are just very insecure, very highly strung. They have a more prickly heart. Not like your mother, and not like you, either.” “Is that a compliment?”

I thought being Christmas morning they’d all be home. “Gives us peace of mind,” I said, stopping myself from saying it gives my wives peace of mind. Shit. As he continued on it seemed my little love got tired of waiting, but I liked that about her. All of my wives were extremely strong women, ones that speak their mind and don’t wait for life to happen around them. They seek it out. For all my talents, a mind reader I certainly was not. I hoped she’d always be open with me.

"Archie, must you be so cold to me? Can't you just say a few words to me? Yes, I am indeed not as kind and pure as Emma. But no matter how bad I am, I will not treat you badly." "Luisa, a forced relationship will not have any happiness to speak of. A smart woman like you should be the clearest. Is it very meaningful to forcefully beat us up together?" Archie sneered and ignored her pitiful look. Luisa sniffed and reached out to wipe her tears. She choked and said, "I find it interesting. I love you. So, I didn't realize that I'm not happy right now. I only have one goal, to be your wife."

“I didn’t know sisters share wedding beds.” The woman blinked, stunned. “H-husband?!” “Yes,” both wives said in unison, stepping protectively in front of Adrian. Their eyes narrowed dangerously. The woman stumbled back under the force of their united glare, stammering something before turning and bolting out of the lobby like a frightened rabbit. Adrian just stood there, blinking. His wives turned back to him, dusting off his sleeves, smoothing his shirt, fixing his collar like twin generals dressing their soldier. “You poor thing,” Charlotte teased. “So cute women can’t leave you alone.”