Novel & Cerita My Woman His Wife Book

“Well, for starters, even if you wait behind, I don’t think you’ll be able to speak with her. The alpha will be with her and wouldn’t want anyone close to his woman.” “What?!!! His woman??” I yelled and grabbed the man by the collar. “She’s not his woman. She’s my wife, okay, don’t ever call her his woman, okay.” The big man wasted no time in grabbing my arm and pushing me aside. “Control yourself, Mr Micheal. Don’t forget I’m only trying to help you. She can’t be your woman if she’s here in the White House with the alpha.” I scoffed, my anger rising.

He momentarily froze, seeing his wife on the bed, reading an erotic book while wearing only a lace dress that showed everything underneath. It was always like this; his manhood would stiffen at the mere sight of her. She smirked and put the book away, then gestured with her finger for him to come over. He did, and she grabbed the towel from his waist. It was exactly what he had in mind; his wife became bolder every day, and their relationship continued to bloom.

A woman’s place was with her husband. Unless she was a whore made to please. Then she belonged to any man who could afford her. I had seen the women at Finn's place. Hell when I had walked into his study where I was, they clung to him, giggling like a bunch of possessed rabbits. I had a wife, but nothing more than that. And if doing business with a scumbag like Finn meant bringing some excitement back into my life, then so be it. Finn chuckled and stubbed out his cigarette. "Straight to the point, eh? Just like you Harrison. I can respect that. So let's cut to the chase. Quit the old wives tale on the smoking thing though,”

Like nothing had happened. "Let me make something very fucking clear." His voice carried across the marble floors. Sharp. Final. "This woman is not an acquisition. She's not a business deal. She's not a prize to be claimed." He turned. Looked at me. His eyes burned. "She's my wife. My equal. The only person in this world I would burn cities for." He looked back at the crowd. "If anyone here thinks they can touch her, negotiate for her, or even look at her the wrong way—test me. See what happens."

This woman is his wife. I am finally alone, I thought before it went completely dark.

“Again! He wouldn’t hurt a fly,fly, and he isn’t my lover. I am all yours. I’m your wife,wife, Isak,Isak, and no one else! I stared at the woman in front of me.. WasWas she that clueless or was she just acting up?? “You’re even still defending that son of a bitch! While in my house. You said you're mine now;; ifif you want to become a better wife,wife, then why would a better wife try to defend another man in front of his husband??” I waited as the room fell silent, and she just stood there and watched me motionlessly. As if the life in her was drained again!!

The woman’s gaze holds mine, steady and unblinking. “You ask questions like a priest,” she says. “But you do not want confession. You want proof.” My throat goes dry. “I want to understand,” I say. “Because my wife is sick. And I don’t believe the story they’re telling.” The woman’s expression shifts at the word sick, the smallest tightening at the corners of her mouth. “Your wife,” she repeats. “The one from the papers.” I freeze. “What papers?” I ask, and my voice sharpens despite my effort.

his voice booming through the speakers. “Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church… Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.” He closed the Bible slowly, looked over the sea of faces, and smiled. “Now, you see, this is not a suggestion,” he said, his voice full of fire. “This is the divine order! This is God’s plan. A woman who listens to her husband, who obeys, who submits… she will be blessed. She will live in peace. But those who challenge, who question, who think they can be equal to the man God placed over them, they b

Perhaps hearing our argument, the neighbors came out of their units. "Mason, what's going on? Who is this woman?" "Yeah! Do you need any help?" I looked at Mindy again and warned coldly, "I'm saying this one last time: let me go." Mindy said to my neighbors, "I'm his wife! This has nothing to do with you." "Wife? She’s claiming to be Mason's wife." I turned to look at Mindy's face. "You made me do this." After saying that, I told the neighbors who had rushed over, "This woman was indeed my wife. After we got married, she kept thinking about her male assistant and even kicked me out of our home so he could move in. What a good wife she was!"

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th