Loving Wives Novels & Stories

Damian nodded. "What is the actress's name," he said. Gerald thought for a moment. "Graves something. Helena Graves." He picked up his fork. "Do you know her." Damian looked at his plate. "She is my wife," he said. The words came out before he had decided to say them. Not a correction exactly. Not the full truth either. Just the two words arriving in the space before he could stop them. Gerald looked at him with surprise and then with the warm interest of a man who had just discovered an unexpected connection. "You are serious. Helena Graves is your wife."

His hands rested on the desk, motionless. "I can't." The two words landed harder than she expected. " Or won't?" His jaw tightened."It doesn't matter." "It matters to me."She said. Her voice cracked despite herself. "It matters because I stood beside you while everyone else questioned our marriage." "It matters because I defended you." "It matters because I am your wife." For a split second, the mask he always wore slipped. "I gave my word." Jessica blinked."So your promise to Sarah matters more than your marriage?"

Isabel wondered. Viso was about to berate Evan for acting like this but Isabel beat him to it. "You are wrong, Mr Evan. You can't compare Viso's love for you with me or someone else. We both hold our respective places in his life. You are his friend but I am his wife and there is an old proverb you must have heard and if not then hear it from me today. ‘A wife trumped all other relations because she is a life partner.’” Evan raised his brows at her answer. Her confidence and her attitude, he was impressed. Viso looked proud of her answer as He squeezed her waist in

she glared at Katherine, "my name's Hermione, and I'm Quentin's seventh wife. It's lovely to finally talk to you and sit with you like we're doing today. You really are as beautiful as Brigitte has repeated for the past few weeks." I cleared my throat uncomfortably, and swallowed nervously, "thank you," I said lowly. "And I'm Eloise," spoke up a gorgeous brunette with red stained lips, looking like a gorgeous actress from the 50's with the animated way that she talked, "Quentin's sixth, and despite what someone may say at this table, Quentin's favourite wife," she tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear. She pointed to the lady besides her, "And this is, Caroline, the fifth wife, and Americ

My throat tightened at the sincerity in Damien's gaze, his eyes were filled with tears, his expression almost pained. "You're. My. Wife. Heaven Wiles. And I love you with every fiber of my being. Isn't that all that matters?"

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

Even if her mum was involved in this with her dad she definitely doesn't want to know about it . She knew gentlemen did not want wives with well-cultivated minds. They wanted attractive wives who never second-guessed or disagreed with them. And they certainly didn’t seek women with vibrant imaginations who daydreamed about fictional characters in books. Especially women who are goal setters . Her unaware homeowner had continued to stare at her unbelievably after he had opened the door . " may I come in .” She asked when she noticed he must have gone into shock . His wife was just setting the table for dinner . When she saw Loveth the glass jug in her hands fell and broke into pieces .

Amar embraces the innocent body of the wife he loves so much. “A bastard-turned-into a man who loves his wife and son dearly. There is no bastard anymore, there is the greatest husband that Axelina Pearl has. Lucky woman who has a great man in her life,” said Axelina, looking into Amar's eyes. A gaze filled with sincere love that emanated from Axelina's eyes. Amar was really touched to hear what his wife said for him.