Neglected Housewife Novels & Stories

He stayed in the quiet house, letting the truth settle into the places he had spent years avoiding. that she had not just been a stranger who signed a contract. She had been a woman who walked into something she didn't fully understand because she loved her family enough to sacrifice herself for them. And she had been walking inside something even larger than that. Something connected to his family. To his father. To a street and a deal and a decision made years before she was ever in this house. She doesn't know what she's living inside. He pressed both hands flat against his knees. He had to fix this,Not manage it. Fix it.

--- The Real Problem Because last night changed something important. Before the leak— I was falling for Xavier carefully. Now? I know he’s already falling too. And somehow that makes this whole situation scarier. --- My Phone Vibrates Again Another message. Another headline. Another opinion from strangers who know nothing. --- The Comments > She trapped him. She’s getting paid to play wife. Of course the romance was fake. No billionaire falls for an assistant. --- Pain That last one hurts the most. Because some insecure part of me still whispers: Maybe they’re right.

Did I hear that right? She was threatening me? Ever since we got married, I worked from home and barely showed up at the company. She figured I was jobless, living off her—throwing me a thousand bucks a month so I wouldn't starve. I never touched it. Everything I wore, everything I owned—it was all custom. She just couldn't tell. So to her, I was just some stray waiting for scraps. "Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change."

POV: SEBASTIAN I watched her from a distance. I was getting frustrated as I visited her house. If anything, this felt like robbery, except I wasn’t taking anything… except Melisa. It’s crazy to think about. Her house was filthy and messy, not even groceries or food in the fridge. She couldn’t even afford to buy milk. I sighed, all I wanted was to make plans for her. I started washing the dishes in the sink, realizing how busy she must’ve been working, completely neglecting herself ever since her helpless grandmother died. I went to the nearby grocery store to buy some ingredients, multitasking in the middle of this old, worn-down place. The fridge was practically empty, no food at all.

Despite his status as a low-ranked wolf, his influence is felt far and wide, a testament to his integrity and the trust the community places in him. Mrs. Jackie Robinson, in contrast, finds fulfillment in the simple, yet profound, role of a full-time housewife. Her days are spent tending to the needs of her family, ensuring that her home remains a sanctuary for those she loves. With a keen eye for detail, she maintains the cottage in pristine condition, every corner reflecting her care and devotion. Her greatest desire is to see her family thrive, and she spares no effort in creating a loving and nurturing environment.

"Of course well... my husband bought her from his father a few months back. She good with cleaning, cooking and so much more. When he returns you may have a word with him. She temporarily went back to the Gallagher plot to help out." "Mhm... be it she can not cook or perform any chores. I suppose all I need of her to open her legs." Lady Tracy gasped as if it was taboo. "Mr. Wes...." "Oh Tracy, don't pretend your husband hasn't been busy with her. You would be a fool to think he willingly let a negro of that beauty walk around the house without deflowering her instantly and doing much more." At this moment, I knew maybe I should not have came here. Maybe I should have stayed and read William

“Sheena, look at yourself. Your body is so fat, your face is dull, your glasses are thick. You look more like a maid than the wife of a billionaire. Claudia is far more suitable to stand by my side. Aren’t you ashamed to see your own reflection in the mirror?” Mrs. Medyna, who had been silent all this time, chimed in sharply. “Gevan is right. You really don’t know your place, Sheena. All you do is stay in the kitchen, cook meals, do the laundry, and take care of the child. No wonder your husband looks at another woman. A woman should take care of her appearance.”

The other — gray-faced, broken. She didn't recognize me. Why would she? I barely recognized myself. A man's voice drifted through the phone. Low. Familiar. "You know I can't resist you." She giggled. "If your wife heard that, she'd file for divorce again." "Let her. I always bring her back. She can't leave me." The elevator's air conditioning bit into my skin, but I felt like I was choking. She lowered her voice, teasing. "Are you trying to make me jealous? Careful, or I'll walk into your office and announce to everyone that Don Vito Hart is cheating on his wife. With his old mistress."

At that moment, Nico Costa appeared in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes as he hurried over. An agitated Dante grabbed him by the collar. "Where's my wife? Where did she go? Have you seen her?" Nico looked bewildered. "Isn't the madam in her room? Where else would she be?" Even the household staff knew I had no other family in Luncy and no close friends either. Apart from Dante, I had virtually no social circle of my own.

For my husband! Were my not enough for him? Does he not find me sexy and young enough anymore? I became a housewife like he had wanted me to, taking care of his aged parent and siblings before some of them had moved out of the house. I endured their rudeness and overbearing attitudes!! I did all these because I didn't have a child of my own. A child I believed would be the stronghold to keep my marriage. I had neglected my health and my self, I ignored my mental health and this was what he was repaying me with? Frolicking with women from the money he got off my inheritance?