My Weak Wife Is A Real War Goddess Novels & Stories

She was leaning against her white jeep outside the gate with a deep frown on her face. "What's with that frown? Are you not happy to be here?" I teased her, and she scoffed. "You of all people should know that I'm not happy to be here. For goodness sake, why are you married and yet not allowing me to find a man for myself?" She rolled her eyes as she pulled the car door open. "Point of correction, I'm not married for real. We are contracted couples," I argued with her. "Don't forget you are carrying his child," She reminded me as I hopped inside the car, and I scoffed sarcastically.

I do feel like a goddess. Who said women are weak? The V card we have between our legs is the most lethal weapon in the world. Poor Claire. I told you to find another man and leave Hunter for me. Now you're not only going to lose your parents, but also go behind the bars. So much for being a loyal wife. It's so sad. Tbc...

“I didn’t think you’d still be this shallow after so many years. You broke someone else’s marriage for money in the past. You have enough money now. Do you think you can really stop her from cheating on you?” Carlson gritted his teeth and wanted to slap me, but I blocked him. Instead, I slapped him repeatedly. Carlson yelled in pain. He wanted to fight me, but I subdued him. He had spent all these years living a good life. He was no longer the hardworking assistant he had been in the past. He could not even fight back, so he could only endure a few more slaps from me. “Don’t worry, I’m an educated man. I don’t want to be a homewrecker.

"Haha. Can you really hurt me seriously? That's not enough, Jane," Kate yelled at the woman in front of her. "Why? Do you want me to add that and put a bruise on your whole face? If that's the case, Jester will disgust you forever. Anyway, he's been getting tired of you for a long time because my husband has already had an affair with another woman. "We're just totally the same. Ah, wait, the difference between us is that I am the legal wife. You? The Mistress." Jane was about to move forward when she spotted a folder Kate was holding with "Files owned by Andi Kate", which was written on it.

Ava: Belle waltzed into the room like she owned the place, making me realize how strange our entire dynamic had been in the past. The number of times she’d barged into our bedroom, the dates she’d always somehow been a part of, the decisions in our marriage she’d been very involved in. It was almost like we were a three way couple, and I had never questioned it. I’d even been thankful to her for helping my marriage work, letting her in on the most secret details and using her horrible advice.

She smirked, pulling me closer but I gripped her hair, scowling at her face. “Get away from me.” I pushed her away. “Oh… being loyal, aren’t we?” She teased, moving back, setting her hair. “Get lost, Angie.” I muttered, scoffing. “If it wasn’t for the war, Sapphire Goddesses would be number two and now it’s terrifying to think when the ultimate mind meets ultimate strength. You guys are the most dangerous couple on the land of Tainted Graves.” “You better stay out of our way then.” I said, moving back.

He said in that sarcastic, mischievous tone. “Fredrick’s brother, it is obvious…” the very quiet one finally spoke. “The one beside him is your brother’s wife…” “What?!” The other two exclaimed. Alex leaned against the table to take a look at the soft small voice. “What are you?” He asked, smiling softly. “She’s human, brother. Don’t be mean.” The oldest one retorted. “Did you get married and really didn’t invite us? That is really mean Alexander Joseph Clinton. That is really mean.”

— Adrian emerged from the sleek black car, his appearance exuding an air of sophistication that commanded attention. The evening sun cast a golden hue on his perfectly styled hair, and his piercing blue eyes gleamed with a mixture of desire and possessiveness. As he approached Lillian, his gaze never wavered, fixed upon her like a predator eyeing its prey. This woman was his wife and couldn’t be more thankful. Lillian, clad in the same black dress that she had worn to collect her wedding certificate. It accentuated her curves, radiated confidence with every step she took. Her eyes, a deep shade of sapphire, shone with an inner strength that matched her graceful demeanor.

Her world crumbled right before her eyes. She immediately imagined herself pulling that woman’s hair and strangling her neck. She wanted to confront her and ask her why she would do that to her husband. Ask her where did she find the audacity to steal a married man. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and cry like no one was around. In reality, her self-worth was gone even when she remained composed. She wanted to put all the blame on the woman when her husband seemed to equally enjoy the ass that was on his lap. She could not even bring herself to defend Jack. He willingly kissed and did even more with another woman.

She wanted Jacques. If that was how she felt, I had no reason to be gracious. "None of you has the right to order me around, so shut up. Sylvia, why don't you tell me who owns Belgard?" She frowned, her lips pressed into a thin line. Jacques grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "No! Don't listen to him, Sylvia! You gave me this estate, remember? You announced it during a livestream. You can't start backing down now! If people believe him, I'll lose my status as the number one influencer online!"