My Evil Genius Wife Novels & Stories

How did this happen? Why did her genius plan fail? She was going to call Aiden Scott and send him photos of his wife cheating which will hästen their divorce.But now, she was helpless. The crowd was getting louder and causing her a great turmoil. She scanned the environment for someone who could help and spotted Elsie. A flicker of hope ignited within her.

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to take out my handkerchief and offer it to her?" Livian gave a mischievous smile. "More like the part where you are supposed to kick her kneepits and trample on her hands as soon as she slumps to the ground." "You are evil." She wrapped her hand around his waist. "Not that I'm complaining." "You can't complain about it. You are my evil contract wife and I'm the sinister husband who compliments your nature." He winked at her, ignoring Olivia who was giving a one person show. "Truer words have never been said." She glanced back at Olivia and wondered, was she going to continue putting up that ridiculous act?

“Will I be arrested if I tell the truth? I had someone burn down his entire warehouse. All the customers’ packages were destroyed in the fire, and they had to compensate both the sellers and buyers. Their ratings plummeted, and no one wanted to use their services anymore.” Elena's laughter sounded like that of an evil witch ready to attack anyone who defied her with her vicious black magic. He swallowed hard. It turned out his wife was more terrifying than his mother. No, Elena was even more terrifying than Claire's alter ego named James. His wife used her mind to the fullest. Women were truly terrifying when they were angry. "Did he know?" Jack asked cautiously. "He knew," his wife replied

Dylan: Because you're my wife, Evelyn Black. He replied and finally looked at me with an evil smirk plastered on his face. Now this is the limit. I was trying so hard not to lash out at this sick rich brat but his annoying stubbornness pushed my anger off limits. I stormed towards him and grabbed his collar. Evelyn: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PSYCHO? LISTEN, I AM NO MORE INTERESTED IN YOUR WICKED GAMES. NEITHER I AM YOUR GENIE NOR I AM YOUR WIFE! I HAVE ONLY ONE RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU AND THAT'S ONLY-

The room became quiet again. Then suddenly— “That’s actually genius.” Adrian stepped closer and kissed her forehead softly. Evelyn rolled her eyes instantly. “And here I thought my wife was only beautiful,” Adrian teased lightly. “Who knew you were this smart too?” “That’s because you were too busy frolicking around with your mistress to notice,” Evelyn replied dramatically. Adrian immediately grinned mischievously. “That accusation still hurts my feelings, you know.” Evelyn scoffed. “But honestly,” Adrian admitted afterward,

If they continued like this, the one who would go crazy is her. "Okay, whatever I do seems to be useless" she understood, she had had enough of one night and a lot of trouble. Alisha was married and he didn't even recognize himself, "You despise your husband, have you forgotten who I am, is your hatred so great?" His wife was forgetting that he is a genius in technology, he has a company, did he get his financial independence with savings, no, Gael had many talents with machines, but he became so useless with people.

she said, taking a bite of her pasta. “Yeah, but right now, I don't ... .I'm just confused but I'm sure it will be resolved soon.” I said with confidence as I took a sip of my wine. “Of course it would, you're smart afterall.” I said with a smile, taking a sip from her wine. “I may be smart but I was not smart enough to know when my wife was swapped .” I said nonchalantly. Elara left a sigh, dropping her fork with a slight sound, “Okay, what's your deal? Last time you said we were good.”

"My wife used to be the gentlest woman around, but after she met Shaquille, she changed." Adrian fell silent. If Shaquille had arrived in Debonaire a long time ago, he surely was not a nobody, but an exceptionally intelligent person who was fully capable of becoming a Battle Warrior. "Are you sure?" Adrian asked again, "Did you really kill your wife because she used Sol Pills to harm people?" "You're lying!" Arwen shouted.

the same. I turned to Geral. “Geral, this is my wife, Crystal. Crystal, this is my friend—and soon-to-be business partner—Geral Buttole.” “Butthole?! ” she blurted, laughing obnoxiously. I shot her an angry look, but she kept laughing. “That’s such a funny name. Mr. Buttole… almost like Buttho—” “Okay, Crystal. That’s enough,” I cut her off. “Geral, I apologize for my wife’s insanity. Crystal, why don’t you go use the bathroom, like you said you wanted to? Mr. Butt—Buttole and I will be talking business, and I know how easily you get bored.” I nudged her toward the bar. Once she walked off, Geral leaned closer. “Your wife is… interesting, my friend.” “She is,” I muttered sarcastically. I pr

I step back against a nearby couch to steady myself, legs turning to jelly with this turn for the worst and I try to inhale slowly to keep my cool. ‘My wife! Yes, Mama, I married her … in Vegas. It’s a done deal, so say hi to your new daughter-in-law.’ Alexi has given up trying to keep his shit together, and the appearance of that cold and terrifying persona that sends shivers through me snarls the words her way. She doesn’t even blink an eye, instead, she also takes on that weird evil glare, the insanely intimidating stance of someone rallying themselves for a fight. “I’m disgusted that you would cheapen our family name by marrying a common slut on a whim, most likely high on drugs and booz