My Second Wife Novels & Stories

Author's POV "They are coming in two weeks" Marona got up and started walking back and forth. "And look at my life." Mikhail leaned back on the bed and rested on his elbows while looking at her. "What's wrong with your life?" He asked casually. "What's wrong with my life?" She looked at him in disbelief. "I got married and I didn't tell them... Then my husband got murdered and my second husband turned out to be the one who killed my ex husband... And I am carrying superfecundation babies..."

Dax She was beautiful, my new mate. Beautiful, powerful, funny, and extremely frustrating. Probably the most frustrating thing about her was that she didn’t want to believe we were fated mates, but those walls of hers were a problem too. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get her to let me in. Yes, she was frustrating, but at least she wasn’t Tallia. Tallia was beautiful, but she was also annoying and manipulative. She was a total brat. I only agreed to be mated with her because the family insisted.

I started eating while my mom served me. "Ajju!" she called me. "Tell me, ma!" "Did you make any arrangements for finding a suitable bride for you?" she asked me. "Ma, this will be my second marriage. I would prefer a girl of my age or closer to my age. It would be better if she is a divorcee just like me." I told her. "Ajju! I ..." my mom started to object to it. "Ma, it is only fair if I marry a divorcee. Who will be ready to be a second wife? That is not fair either." I tried to stop her.

CARA’S P.O.V I can’t believe that I’m getting married in six months. I looked at myself in the mirror and happiness shone from within. Just two more months and I will be a married woman, I couldn’t get the thought out of my head. It was always my dream, a bride on her wedding day is the closest thing to a queen… but that’s not why I wanted to get married, I wanted to get married because I feel that marriage is one of the most sacred things in the world. I mean, how can it not be sacred when the main reason and source of marriage come from a magic so pure and so real…love! And I am in love, I’m crazily in love with Alexander La’Vardo, and the love that I feel for him, has me bursting with hap

"Kelsie doesn’t need to know everything about me," Caleb said. "But enough about that spoilsport― I heard the news! How are you feeling? This is your second marriage, but it’s even more ill-fated than ours. At least we made it out of city hall with our rings and wedding certificates." "And that was just the first step into hell," Amelia quipped back with gritted teeth. "Excuse me, I must go."

"I hate you." I spat and ran my hands through my hair. Our wedding was in two weeks. The engagement had already happened and now I found out that he had a wife and two kids somewhere in Manila — Yet he wanted to marry me as a second wife? “Don’t say that…” James began and I rolled my eyes. “What? That you’re a lying cheat? That you wanted to walk me down the aisle while you had a wife and two freaking children?!” “Keep your voice down, Amber—”

he said slowly, dragging each syllable, each of his words dripping like a venomous dagger being pierced through my heart. My heart pounded aggressively against my chest, like the galloping of a thousand horses. "And I'm her second chance, mate. We have a son who attends the same school as your son." He added again, dealing a massive blow through my chest, shocking my entire being. I gasped, my eyes bulging in bewilderment. My mind went blank as I struggled to grapple with the words that tumbled out of Chase's mouth. What the hell?! A legally married wife with a son for him?! Second chance, mate?!

Each time he sat by the window, he would remember the way I used to eat with my head down back in college. He said he had kept the fountain pen in the deepest drawer, never giving it to anyone again. He said he finally understood that marriage wasn't just about keeping me by his side, but about making me feel at ease with each passing day. He said what he regretted the most wasn't losing a wife, but losing the version of me who used to be happy for an entire day just from ranking second in his heart. The last thing he said was, "Natasha, I'm sorry. And thank you for once having loved me so earnestly."

"This is what we've been praying for" "I know. It's just that...",she paused and turned to face him. "...she took too long. It took her over a week and I can't help but feel guilty that I made her do something she didn't want to do. I...I hate it that everyone sees me as a home-breaker, Nathan. I hate it that I look like a villain here My whole life, I never thought I'd be a second wife". She brushed her fingers into her hair, exhaling deeply. Nathan didn't exactly know how to comfort her because he equally needed some comfort at the moment.

Serena didn’t realize the complexities of this situation, and I had to keep the atmosphere comfortable for her. If only Serena knew the truth that Lina was her stepmother, my first wife, and she herself was my child with Malisa, my second wife. The situation was indeed complicated. I never actually expected Serena’s birth. When Malisa told me about her pregnancy, I felt pressured. But when she gave birth, I thought I had to be a responsible father. That decision changed everything. I began to strive to embrace both of them, making them my home, the place I should return to. Despite the mixed feelings, I was determined to fulfill my role as best as I could.