Negan Wives Novels & Stories

Certain she’d misheard. “A… what?” “A wife,” Adrian repeated, tone unchanged. “A legal spouse. Immediately.” Elena’s pulse pounded in her temples. “This is— this is insane.” Adrian’s gaze didn’t flicker. “It’s business.” Elena stood so abruptly the chair scraped. “No. Absolutely not.” Adrian didn’t raise his voice. Didn’t move. He simply watched her like he’d watched everything else—calm, controlled, inevitable. “You’re emotional,” he said. “Sit down.”

"My marriage is none of your business. Jesse, why are you walking with her?" I motioned for Margaret to come with me and prepared to leave. "She helped me, and we're going to eat. As for you, my dear ex-wife, it would be better if you didn't come." Sinead froze at that title. Right then, her phone rang urgently. She picked it up and saw that it was Zachary. In that brief moment, Margaret and I had already gotten into the car and left. Sinead could not catch up even if she wanted to.

“I’m glad to finally put a face to the name.” I glanced at Greg, who looked back at me with a strange expression—part bewilderment, part admiration. He turned to Mark, hesitating. “Sir,” he started slowly, “if you don’t mind me asking… Did you say she’s your… wife?” I blinked, stunned at the question, and turned to Mark. His eyes softened as he looked back at me, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Yes, Greg,” he said firmly, his voice filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite place. “This is Nina Santiago, my wife.”

“I’ll admit, Damian, I didn’t expect you to marry so suddenly. Especially under such… unconventional circumstances.” Damian’s jaw hardened. “My personal life is not under review.” “Perhaps not,” Roth said mildly. “But the company certainly is. And the board is curious.” The implication was unmistakable. Amina subtly withdrew her hand from Damian’s, not wanting to worsen the situation—but Damian caught her fingers and re-laced them with his, refusing to let go. Chairman Roth’s brows lifted slightly. “I hope,” the man continued, “that your wife understands the role she’s stepped into. The scrutiny. The expectations.”

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

Or was he oblivious to the fact that his actions had put Nia in harm's way? "Well, he is been married for four years now, and they have a three-year-old son together; they are not the happiest couple, but they do get along." To avoid unnecessary debate, I will not ask why you are asking about Mr. Cage's wife. Mr. Cages' face will be brimming with rage right now. We must report to his office immediately." She yanked Nia by her left hand, and Nia tried to follow her but couldn't. She knew if Carmella recognized her, she would be in big trouble, so she had to follow, even though she was pretty sure she would not remember her, I mean, it is been five years, Carmella would not remember, she is a

"What? Do you really have a wife? Ragnar was shocked, no wonder Edward was not moved by Nigel's confession and Ingrid's overtures, it turned out that he already had a wife. "Who is your wife, bring it out for me to see another day?" "Let's talk about it when we have a chance." Edward said vaguely, he knew that Sasha didn't like messy parties, and the last time he could go with him to see Nigel was already very face-saving for her.

Nadia's POV I stood frozen between my two new husbands. Noah’s angry eyes were locked on Neal. Neal’s playful smile was gone, replaced by a hard look. “You think you can just come into her room?” Noah’s voice was a low growl. “You have no respect.” “And you think giving orders is the same as being a husband?” Neal shot back. He didn’t move his hand from my waist. “She is not just your subject. She is our wife.”

Aisha shot back. Nana raised her hands and landed a dirty slap on Aisha's face. "You are not as important as you think you are." Nana said in anger, "Haliru's true wife is Safia. We just wanted someone that would bear him a son, and you fit the profile. If any serious family decisions were to be made, it wouldn't have been up to you." Aisha nodded and did not shed a tear. What Nana said did not seem to move her at all. This woman was definitely tough.

, Dogara stated. Her mouth drops open. She closes it, looking to Ruarc for some kind of support. He doesn’t render any, reaching for another orange. She huffs, getting up to leave. No one stops her. The other wives stood and left, probably not wanting to be reminded of their childlessness. “Now that they’re gone, Nasia please do us a favour and save your sexual escapades for the four walls of your bedroom”, Eleanor spoke up. Sia pouts. He’s so adorable right now, I want to kiss him. “You don’t complain when Massa fucks his whore while we eat”.