My Sweet Wife Manga Novels & Stories

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

When she noticed that I had really deactivated the security alarm, she immediately took her phone and was about to alert the cops, but I managed to talk her out of it. Dropping her phone, she once again asked me what I wanted, and instead of telling her that I was angry at her for the way she had been attacking me since she came back, I simply told her that I wanted to talk to her, and as we were talking, I made sure to clarify to her that I didn't consider her as an enemy, and if that was the reason she had been attacking me, then she needed to stop. At this very moment, the only thing that I wanted was for both of us to be on good terms, but what I didn't expect was for her to ask me was w

Raina snapped, "You can't marry Elara!" I raised an eyebrow, a mocking laugh slipping from my lips. "And who exactly are you to say that?" "Your wife!" Raina shot back. "In our previous life, we were happy! We had a perfect family! Everyone envied us! We were the couple people couldn't stop talking about!" She'd finally said it out loud—the secret that she had come back in time too. I burst out laughing, as if I'd just heard the biggest joke of my life.

I cursed at her silently, and she rolled her eyes. "I go for what I want, sweetheart. I'm not like you. I like Miguel, and I'm going to get him at all costs," She turned and smirked at me, and I briefly sighed. I had almost forgotten the kind of crazy girl Lily was. This is who she is right from high school where I knew her, so I shouldn't have expected less. "Lily..." "Don't waste your time with me, sweetheart. Your husband is waiting," She winked at me and walked over to meet Miguel who had just alighted from the car.

Ryan immediately stopped him and grabbed him by his collar as he said to him, "Don't you dare to touch her. She is not yours. She is mine. She is my officially wedded wife." Jack started laughing and said to him mockingly as he brushed aside his hands and got himself free from his grip, " Well, I'm sorry to say that your officially wedded wife is my mistress." Everyone was dumbfounded hearing his ridiculous words as they looked at him with disgust. Nichole started crying and Ryan who had been holding back his anger till now lost his temper and threw a punch in his face and said to him in a fierce tone, " Dare you to say that again."

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

- Devlin doesn't care what his girlfriend just said but thinks she has a mental problem. But in a dark room with only the bright moonlight shining in, Anthea's whole body emitted a blue light, her eye color also changed to bright red, and a blue aura was sucked into her body from the moon. Devlin's eyes widened in surprise, his whole body stiffened, and could not move, his face suddenly became afraid of the scene in front of him, Renata's nine fox tails gradually appeared one by one. “1…2…3…4…” - Devlin unconsciously counted in his heart, not believing his eyes.

With clear certainty. “You’re my wife.” W-what?

I moaned into her neck. As I peppered kisses along her neck and shoulder, I found it strange that she tasted almost sweet even though she was sweaty. Once I caught my breath, I slowly slid out of her to collapse in the bed next to her. Ismene-Eirene rolled to me and cuddled against my side. Her arm stretched across my chest, resting her hand over my heart. “I’m glad you are my husband." she sighed, kissing my shoulder. “Not as glad as I am that you are my wife," I replied as I moved my arm to hold her and kissed her hair. She smiled softly, which turned into a yawn.