My Substitute Ugly 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!”

“What do you think you’re doing?” “What do you mean?” I whispered back, keeping my eyes on the crowd. “Didn’t you hear what the MC said? They called your wife.” His smile didn’t falter, but his words cut like a blade. “And you think showing up here with your fat, ugly face is something to be proud of? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, Rose?” His voice rose, and I heard some of the people laughing. Even Eva, my own daughter, was laughing at me.

Lucy’s POV “Happy anniversary, honey!” Today marked our third wedding anniversary. Three years ago, I was Lucy Whitmore. Slim, radiant, and the rebellious daughter of a powerful family. But I gave up everything, my title and my inheritance just for a man who painted sunsets on cracked canvases and whispered that I was his muse. And this morning, that same man, my husband, Tom, smiled at me as if nothing had changed, walking in with paint still drying on his hands.

“Whatever. Now you saw everything and even touched one of them. You are right. You are my husband, so it’s not really a big deal.” “That’s right. Don’t worry about it that much, okay? There’s nothing to be worried about.” Charlotte stood up and started walking upstairs without saying anything. If someone will see her, that person would think she got traumatized or something. I just caught myself smiling while remembering the reaction on her face. Why is my wife so adorable and fucking hot at the same time?

But halfway through carrying her off, he suddenly turned back and tossed a sentence at me. "If you’re that ungrateful, then get lost. I’ve found a better replacement—no need to keep a filthy, disobedient, defective product like you around!" Alana had just come of age, her mind still immature, and since she had never seen Helen in person, her excitement led her to truly believe this woman was her mother. But Alex was different. What he valued was that this woman looked even more like Helen—and had a younger, fresher body. In a way, it was almost… “devotion,” wasn’t it?

She is not also the one assign to the boutique but Joan. "Sorry Boss we cannot tract the woman seems she was just erased from the face of the earth!" " For heaven's sake! How am I to present my wife to my partners if that woman is missing!" The huge man who wheeled him said. " It 's okay boss it is arrange I already said that your wife got sick and has an alergies that she cannot be expose to the public." the man said. "Good how about my grandfather did you send him a copy of the videos and pictures."

"I'm offering you a secretarial position as well as ten million dollars in exchange for being my wife." What in the world is going on here? "Are you crazy?" I stated. "No, but I'm sure you're the wonderful woman I'm looking for to fill in for my wife. To fill her empty space, and save my reputation." He smirked, "Ten million dollars just pretending to be my wife, after that we can file a divorced when I found out where my wife hiding." He's asking me to replaced his wife's position. I am tempted, but he's insane...

They would look at a mother and see a weak person. My heart was beating really fast and it hurt my chest. I pulled my legs up onto the bed. Hugged them tightly against my chest burying my face in my sweatpants. I could handle a fight in court. I could handle Michael Vales lawyers saying bad things about me.. I did not know if I could handle being Victors wife again if it was just a show for the court.

"What?! Are you insane? Why would that woman live with us in one house? Do you want to humiliate me?" He responded with total indifference, his words stinging like a whip: "Don’t overreact. Remember well that I am just a substitute husband in a temporary contract on paper, not a real marriage built on love. Irish has lived in my house for years; this is a natural situation and it won't change now for your sake."

"Baby... you're incredible." That voice... belonged to her husband. Tristan Kensington. The man she'd been married to for three years. Alena pushed the door open slowly. The scene before her squeezed her heart like a vice. On the king-size bed she'd bought with money earned from her grueling hours at the multinational PR firm, her husband was tangled with another woman. Not just any woman. She was— "SIENNA?!" Alena's voice pierced the air. The cake box slipped from her hands and hit the floor with a crash, making both figures on the bed jolt.