Mysterious Wife Novel Novels & Stories

I couldn't help the tears that rolled down my eyes as I hurried from the exit. The cameras were running wild. Everyone wanted a glimpse of the supposedly dead heiress. They wanted a glimpse of Killian's wife. No one knew me. I'd been hidden all my life. No one knew me as his wife. They all knew his mistresses but I was the hidden thing. I was broken. I was lost. And finding out that Mr. Mystery man was my husband's father? I couldn't breathe. I fumbled with my keys as I neared my car, still shaking.

This woman beside me made me shudder. After arriving at the location, I had to go through several alleys to the shooting range. Several friends greeted us and no one reprimanded my wife even just asking. Maybe they were reluctant because Luna showed her cold attitude. Or they feel uncomfortable because my wife looks like a bat's wings because she wears a wide black cloth. My wife is completely different from my girlfriend.

"And a cool-headed man doesn't run an illegal casino with a friend who is telling him to sell drugs and arms." "So true. There is more to him than the eye meets and I hope I clock who he really is soon enough." "And his wife? What is she like?" I remembered all that I said to her and I sighed. Ah, I must have hurt her so much with my words, but of course, I can't let any woman add to my problems right now. I have enough on my plate and the last thing I want is to let any lady make me sad or think. "The Wife is a work of mystery. She is pretty and has a crazy body.."

She remained rooted outside Damien’s study, her fingers tightening around the glass of water until she feared it might shatter in her hand. “I want everything you can find on Brian Vale…” Every word echoed through her mind. “Including why my wife lied about him.” Her breathing became shallow. Damien was investigating Brian. No…he was investigating her. Ever since she got married to Brian, she had never visited his family, does it mean that Brian never introduced her to them at all? Why didn’t Donald recognize her instantly? There had to be a problem!

He had just gotten into his car when the phone in his pocket vibrated. He immediately picked it up and saw that his wife had just sent him a message. His brow furrowed as soon as he read the message. Was she crazy? He had just seen her kissing another man in public, yet she still dared to text him as if she couldn’t wait to see him. The woman who was pretending! Adrian had lived long enough to encounter all sorts of women. Many had done outrageous things, but none had come close to the new event his wife had orchestrated. He was so shocked that he almost lost his temper in public.

Slowly, hesitantly, I lifted my head to meet the gaze of the person standing before me, and to my astonishment, it was Ignacio, my Spanish husband. A myriad of emotions flooded my being, and for a moment, I felt frozen in disbelief. My eyes widened, and my mouth slightly agape, unable to find the words to articulate the confusion and surprise that engulfed me. Ignacio's expression mirrored my own, his brows furrowed and his eyes searching for answers. In that suspended moment, the convergence of two worlds collided, leaving me to grapple with the tangled web of my past and present. The implications of this unexpected encounter were far-reaching, and the realization of my dual existence as bo

“A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.” “YOU’RE NOT MY HUSBAND! I’D NEVER—“ His hand instinctively gripped tightly around her delicate throat, exerting an immense amount of pressure that caused her to gasp for air. The intensity of the situation was palpable as her eyes widened in sheer terror, desperately seeking a way to escape his grasp as he pushed her head into the water.

No matter how many times she turns over her husband's explanation about the proxy dog at their wedding, it just doesn’t sit right with her—she simply can’t bring herself to accept it. No one dares to treat her this way—no one. Every man before had shown her respect, handled her with care. But this? This was a slap in the face, and she burned with fury at the audacity. She’s married to a man she barely knew. A mysterious arrangement designed to protect her family’s fortune. An agreement born of pressure, pride, and secrecy. She hadn't even seen his full face—only a voice on the phone, a signature on a contract, and a promise wrapped in shadow.

Who is this woman and who is Liam that they both interest my husband this much, I thought to myself deeply. Maybe the maids would know a thing or two, I thought and ordered for them in my room. I looked at them, as they kept their heads bowed, waiting to hear the reasons as to why I have sent them "I want to know, if any of you are familiar with any mystery woman living in the mansion, that is a prison under my husband," I questioned, putting on a hard face, while I stare from each of them to the other, waiting for what they had to say...

Chapter 68 The moment Rowland worked in Ophelia his wife could notice that the owner of her husband was disturbed and he was incredibly trouble and she stood up from the couch and asked him what was worrying him so much that he looked as if he was going to punch through a wall and break it with his fist with the way he was acting he told her that he didn't want to be disturbed and he just moved to go and rest but then she told him that he just needed to discuss whatever was the problem was with her and she would help him with his no matter what it was as his wife she was supposed to be there for him and she feels like it will be important for them to connect with each other till date Rowland