My Second Wife Novels & Stories

“Your Grace, don’t worry. I will serve you day and night from now on. I will treat you like my own elder sister. I only ask that my baby be given a legitimate place in this family.” As she spoke, her eyes shimmered as they welled up with tears again. With that meek and yielding manner, any onlooker would think that I was the wicked mistress breaking apart another’s family. The common folk present started murmuring again. “This princess is completely unreasonable. That other woman has already been through so much.” “Exactly. General Griffin has risked his life for Cathor. What is the harm in taking an extra wife?” “I think she just looks down on us common folks. Arrogance is in her blood.”

I laughed, "You have only fulfilled the first condition, Mr Davis." "What's the second then?" "You're still married to your wife," I pointed out, "I do not like being a second option." He drew back, "It would be quite difficult to divorce Vivian, Natalia. I built everything I have now with her and she..she is the mother of my second son." "And Myron?" I asked, "What do you think he is to me? He is my husband and the father of my kids. He helped me become who I am today and I am choosing you over him."

So now I’m supposed to feel bad? "Great. I really don’t see what that has to do with you being near me," I said and paused as a thought occurred to me. "I'm ready to be your wife," she said, and the audacity and confidence in her voice slightly annoyed me. "I'm married. I don't need a second wife," I said flatly. The more I said it, the more real it felt. "You can always divorce her," she said, and a muscle twitched in my jaw. She leaned forward.

But somewhere she always hoped that he would reciprocate her magical feelings but in the middle of the chaos, she had forgotten the most important thing. Richard Tucker, the CEO of the multi-billion company, her lawfully wedded husband was married to the love of his life before she came into his life. She had somewhere forgotten the fact that she was his second wife. That second which always comes after the first!

I ask as calmly as I can, even though I'm not feeling calm in any single way. She hisses and begins to walk away, my first intent is to grab her and give her the beating of a lifetime but the words she utters stops me in my tracks. "No wonder her husband needs a second wife. She has taken all of his luck and used it all as hers." I find a chair, right there in the lobby and sit my shaking body in it. I knew one day would come that Abdul would take a second wife, but I didn't think it would happen without a single notice to me.

“Very much alive, actually.” I blinked, thrown off. “Then… why are you here?” His answer came like a slap. “Because I want to make you my second wife.” For a moment, I genuinely thought I’d misheard him. My brows knit tightly together as I searched his expression for any sign of humor—some smirk or twitch of amusement that would tell me this was just a horribly distasteful joke. But there was none. Second wife. My stomach twisted, and something hot and ugly burned in my chest. This was what the elders were pushing me toward? This was what my life had come to? Not just being handed off like some diplomatic token—but handed off as someone’s afterthought?

I looked back at the boardroom to make sure nobody was eavesdropping as I looked out of the balcony again. “Well, Sienna Miller, I think that’s her name.” The moment her name came forward, it hit me. “Wait, are you trying to tell me that Sienna is your new executive assistant?” “Yes.” I chuckled. “Dude, you are a loyal friend and I can’t imagine how crazy this is.” “Wait, don’t tell me it’s the same Sienna you are married to. When did you change your surname to Miller?” “She was my wife,” I said. “We are no longer married. She married some other guy.”

There was no way Lyra gave birth to this girl. “Are you sure she is your daughter?” I asked her as her daughter ran towards the kid’s section. “Yes. Why?” “She doesn’t look like you in any way.” “Oh. She is my husband’s daughter from his second marriage.” She smiled. Second marriage. Wait, what? What did she mean by the second marriage? “Second marriage.” I was astonished to hear she married someone who was already married before, not once, but twice. That was one of the absurd things that would ever happen.

“You’re right about them. Kane, Zander, and Grayson are some of the good ones. They love their women deeply, and they shouldn’t be taken for granted. But they are exceptions, not the rule.” She paused, her eyes distant as if recalling a painful memory. “My first husband was kind, loving, and everything a woman could ask for. But my second husband… he was a true monster. He cheated on me with multiple women even before we were married, and it didn’t stop after the wedding. I naively believed he’d treat me better because I helped him secure the crown, but he treated me just as horribly as he did his first wife.” Her voice wavered slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. “I hated every

she repeated, her voice steady now, “over my dead body will I be your second wife.” Confusion flickered through me. “Second wife?” “Yes,” she snapped. “Or did you forget you already have someone lined up? Or do you just expect me to sit quietly and accept whatever position you decide to give me?” Realization hit, slow but clear. “I never said anything about you being a second wife.” She paused. Just for a second. Then her expression shifted again, uncertainty creeping in. “Then what are you saying?” she asked. “I’m saying,” I replied, stepping closer again, “you will be my wife.”