My Most Precious Wife Novels & Stories

His wife replied smiling, “Hubby, I’m so happy, it is beautiful. Thank you for everything you have contributed to my life. Your love, always makes me feel like I am the most beautiful woman in the world. You are my knight in shining armor. I appreciate you, my dearest husband; I fell in love with you all over again.” Deon held his wife in his arms, he loved her deeply, “My dearest wife, you are my strength without you I’m weak and I’m so glad that you are my wife. You make me so happy, my love.” He kissed her gentle, and then he placed her on the bed. They did the exercise for a long time. Later they had a cozy dinner.

“Layla, what can I do to make it go away, I don’t like these feelings when I see you with him, what should I do if you don’t feel the same, I am losing patience and it doesn’t make sense if I let you go and be with him, you are my wife and nothing, not even him can break us apart.” I expressed how I felt and wrapped her in my arms and we kissed as true lovers. I slid my fingers into her wet vaginal and for the first time I was touching my wife slowly when she moaned, I got so hard that I can make love with her out here but no, she is my wife and I need to respect her, she is not a whore I can just sleep with within any place. I whispered to her ears. "Dear wife, you are mine." She jumped on

“You’ve seen the galleries, the jets, the restaurants with no prices. But you have not seen the engine room. And it is a cold, empty, and profoundly lonely place.” I leaned forward, my elbows on my knees, locking my eyes with hers. I would give her this truth. It was a calculated risk, but a necessary one. She needed to understand the void I was asking her to fill. “My wife, Precious,” I said, “we have been married for ten years. A merger, not a marriage. In that decade, I have been in the same room with her four times.”

Lena muttered, intertwining their fingers. "I love you more and thanks for all that you do. I wouldn't have done anything without you. I would have been confused, but you are in my life, illuminating my world of darkness. You bring so much light into my life, Lena and I am thankful for that. Thanks for being my wife, I don't want anyone else but you." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, glancing at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

“You’re always so rough with me. Tell me—am I the one you love most?” Through the narrow crack in the door, I saw Jill Spencer draped across his body. He must’ve been drinking as his words were slurred, but I couldn’t tell how much of what he said was true. “Love you? Don’t be ridiculous. I just like doing you. The one I love most is obviously my wife. “She’s my muse—my first love, the one I cherished in my youth. She’s the love of my life. No one will ever come close.”

They are a family, but she can’t be Nikolai’s wife. Nikolai gets something from his drawer and gives it to her. It was only then that she noticed that Nikolai had been wearing a gold ring on his finger. “We’re a complete family, Belle. We’re married. That means you’re still my wife.” He said, giving Belle back her wedding ring.

No one responded. He opened his eyes and realized the place was empty. My things were all gone. The clothes in the closet, the cosmetics on the vanity, and the computer in the study were all gone. I had even taken one of the matching toothbrushes we bought when we got married. On the coffee table sat a signed divorce agreement. Charles bolted upright and grabbed the papers. It stated that the house and car belonged to me since they were pre-marital assets, and the savings would be split down the middle.

“The one you abandoned when you needed something better. And here you are running back the moment something does not suit you.” I held his gaze. “A child existed before we married,” I said. “You knew.” “What I do outside this marriage is not your concern.” His voice dropped. Not softer. Quieter. “What is your concern is your position as my wife. Which you are currently embarrassing.” He looked at the cameras across the road. Then back at me. “Your father’s company was weeks from collapse when I stepped in. Three hundred people. Your family name. Everything your father had built.”

Cloe sat across from him with a cup of tea and watched her husband move around the kitchen, the easy competence of someone who had cooked in this room for years, who knew where everything was without looking, who had learned, across an entire extraordinary year, that the most important thing he could do was keep the ordinary life running while the enormous things moved through it. She loved him for that with a specific and unhurried certainty that had nothing dramatic about it and was, because of that, more real than anything dramatic could have been. “Mac,” she said. He looked over from the cooker. “Thank you,” she said. “For today. For every day.” He looked at her for a moment with the exp

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de