My Lovely Wife Novels & Stories

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

"You're doing this, and we're getting married tomorrow. A Loving wife you chose and it, you will be." "And I hate late replys" Liam growl, making me flinch. "So, what are you saying?" He asks again. I slowly nod. "I understand words better," He adds, and it somewhat sounds threatening. "I… I'll be your wife" I shut my eyes as the word leaves my mouth. "You already are" He scoffs, "I added the loving part for a reason." He moves my hair behind my shoulder. I am suddenly hit with a hicup, "I'll your loving wife" I say.

She pulled herself back and wiped her tears before saying her makeup is waterproof and won't come out even if she gets into the swimming pool now and they both laughed together. Her eyes darted to the decorations she made again prepared for them the same he did last night and slightly hit her forehead. He looked at her with amusement for a sec and then darted his eyes to the direction she was looking at. "Ah... I just forgot to see the beautiful arrangement which is for sure nothing near my dear wifey. As you may not know, my wife is the prettiest and most beautiful lady in this world. And guess what I got lucky to have her all myself", he said pulling her to himself in one jerk and she gasp

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."

Why hasn't she croaked yet? I looked at the woman who once swore to spend her life with me, and now she showed this side of herself to another man. Over the past two years, I pulled every string I had for her sake. I handed over a dedicated oil supply line from Prince Khalid to the Wynter family for free. I even drank myself to the point of a bleeding ulcer to secure the Valdoria Monarchy's jewelry distribution rights for her. "Cassie, are you sure you want to burn this bridge with me?"

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?"

"Sorry for your loss. By the way, why did you refuse the job offer when you knew you needed it so badly? Luther asked. "My wife was sick, she couldn't help herself she needed me by her side. But I failed her. I wasn't always there for her. I turned into a drunk the day I molested our girl" he said as another set of tears filled his eyes. This time he allowed them to drop down his cheeks. This usually occurs each time he recalls how he shamelessly molests his stepdaughter. This is one thing he will continue to regret every moment of his life "You did what!, Tell me that was not true," Luther exclaimed in disgust.

"I wanted someone who looked at me the way you looked at Violet Brown tonight. I wanted to matter." "You matter." But his tone suggested otherwise. "You're my wife." "What does that mean to you, Jason? Really?" He considered the question with the same seriousness he brought to board meetings. "It means we have an arrangement. You have my name, my money, my protection. You live in a penthouse most people only dream about." "Except love. Except basic human decency. Except a husband who doesn't disappear for hours with his dead girlfriend's sister." Jason's face finally changed, a flash of something that might have been guilt. "Violet needed someone to talk to. Today was hard for her. It would

First- I need to make love to my wife and let her know how much I love her. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

A smile spread across her face, and her joy reflected in the rhythmic waves. The cold ocean breeze gently blew her long brown hair back, tugging at her white nightgown and shaping it against her skin. It revealed the curves of her body, highlighting her bell-shaped breasts and feminine figure as if she were unclothed. After taking in the refreshing ocean air, her gaze shifted from the waves to a wedding picture in a golden frame on the wall. There stood her beloved husband, Lucas. Their love story was a dream come true for every young lady with a similar background like hers. Lucas had transformed her worst day into something beautiful and profound. Their marriage was a shining example of a