Lucky Wife Novels & Stories

“She's married…too bad” “Then her husband is really lucky…she's a total package…she's not only talented but beautiful," “I wish she was my wife…so great,” Ricardo heard some people whispering to themselves beside her. He could only smile and watch in anticipation. Of course, the woman was his wife. He was willing to do anything to have her back. Even if it meant using his money and power.

“You know, you are probably the most beautiful woman I have ever met.” “I would hope so, considering I'm your wife.” “My wife? No way. You must be lying.” I hold up my pinky to his face. “No lying. Pinky promise.” He smiles brightly down at me and wraps his own pinky around my own. “I am so lucky to have you as my wife.” I swallow the ball of sadness down my throat and instead focus on the task at hand. “Well, I think I'm the lucky one. I would feel really happy if you could do me favor right now.”

Even though they look perfect with red paint on them, a nice bold color for grasping my cock. “There is no place for you in my business, Lucky. You will be a Don’s wife plain and simple. You will socialize with the other wives, you will organize galas and events with my assistant, you will shop, go have your hair fixed and be available when I demand you to be.”

"And since the hospital doesn’t allow cash gifts, if they did, I bet these envelopes would have been worth at least ten times more." She casually held up a hand to gesture a number. The nurse, who had been drowsy just moments ago, immediately perked up. "That much?! His wife is really lucky." "Luck isn’t about money," Lena said thoughtfully. "A woman is truly lucky when her husband treats her well." She had seen firsthand how attentive and caring Hayden was toward me. He took care of everything himself, never letting others step in unless necessary. "You’re right," the nurse sighed wistfully. "I want to find a rich and caring husband too. That’s my New Year’s wish!"

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

"And one person never gave up on me." The crowd followed his eyes until they found Isabelle. People clapped and cameras swung toward her. Heat crept into her cheeks. She'd always hated being the center of attention. His smile softened into something private, something just for her. "My wife." The room exploded into applause again. Emotion tightened Isabelle's throat. She remembered every argument with her father, every sleepless night, every check she'd secretly written to keep his dreams alive. She remembered believing when nobody else did, not even him.

"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?"

Liam said as he smiled. “My wife is the one who is making me happy and I don’t share. Go find your happiness, oh you can’t, I forgot you are single” TBC

"You are perfect to me, Katara. And I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, supporting you, and cherishing every moment we have together. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Katara's heart swelled with emotion as she looked into his eyes, feeling the weight of his love and commitment. In that moment, she knew that she wanted nothing more than to share her life with this incredible man who had come into her world and changed it so profoundly. With tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Sean. Yes, I will marry you."

The lust was written all over his face. "What can I do for you?" Alex asked, annoyed this time that this man had ruined his chances. Who was he anyways? His clothes looked too ordinary to be anything special but the man's face and aura was not to be messed with. "This woman," Lucas said. "… is my wife.” Alex's mouth hung open in shock, his eyes were wide and unblinking. He stared at Lucas like he had just seen a ghost. The news was like a bomb to him and he glanced back and forth between the stranger and Evelyn.