Nephews Wife Novels & Stories

That day at dinner. "We can do that, outside but not in here, no one's watching. I can keep being your tool and you whatever it is you want to be" she said. She got up from her seat to leave but fuck no, I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back, well maybe a little too hard because she almost fell but I caught her. Her body flushed against mine she stared up at me, her mouth opening and closing. My face inched closer to hers, unintentionally trusted me but my body moved. I was inches away from her when I came to my senses. She was my wife but my nephew had her first, I never did seconds well family seconds.

Nathan had looked at her across the table, set down his chopsticks, and said with complete, unhurried frankness: You can't find a man, but I absolutely can, so let's not pretend that would work. He had then returned to his chopsticks. Vivian had sat across from him in total silence for approximately thirty seconds. He was currently in a four-year relationship with someone whose profession remained mysterious and whose existence Nathan discussed only in careful, selective fragments. They were very happy together, by all available evidence. A sham marriage had never been on the table for either of them. She rubbed her temple and looked at Rosie's waiting face. "Uncle Nathan and I," she said ca

He settle in car and start and after few minutes he reach his mension. And he going to his mom's room for just check how's she but what he see his mom is all set to go here she saw him and speak up "hey nishant you came back early I thought you came late but forgot this go son get fresh up and came we have to go you remember right. He speak up in tired voice "umm mom but one condition" She speak up "what condition" He speak up "she is just your daughter in law just daughter in law nor my wife so we have to go just choose a daughter in law for you bcoz I am not accepting her as my wife and it's clear mom"

“...tonight. Thorne is her husband's name, Cross is her father's. She has a eight year old kid…” I clenched my jaw tight, stopping the cursed words and whatever the fuck wanted to escape my lips from coming out. Someone else touched what was mine. I didn't want to be a step father to no fucking child. “Her husband, Rick Thorne, you should know him…” My brows furrowed before the name clicked. He was the same man who came to my company weeks ago about an investment deal. Now, I feel even angrier. That man was a prick, a fucking weakling, what could she have possibly seen in him to have stayed married to him for that long?

Adeline said when he didn't reply, "give me a short time to talk to her." "I think," her nephew said slowly and deliberately, "that my wife if now my responsibility, and if there's any talking to be done, it should be done with me." His gaze sliced toward his aunt when she opened her mouth to offer another protest. "There will be no more discussion. I am taking my wife upstairs."

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

She called out to her husband. "Your brother is here " she added and walked to the door to open it. "Tom," she called , opening the door wide enough for him come in. "It's such a surprise to see you , I didn't think you were in town!" She said. "Oh yes , I wasn't" he replied. "I just came back today to attend my nephew's wedding and since I got back I've been hearing all sorts of news!" "Just decided to come here to really understand what's going on and give you guys a little message" he smiled .

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

“Nothing. Why? Is it wrong to know the name of my brother-in-law?” “His name is James Maru Ottave.” My brow creased. His name sounds familiar. "Why Mara?" I shake my head. “Nothing. Its just that his name sound familiar.” "Maybe because he was your supposed husband." I was shocked. "What do you mean?" He just shrugged. “He was really the one our parents arranged for you if my dad did not chase him out.” I suddenly become silent. I‘m trying on remembering things. James is already in high school when his dad chase him out. I was only 10 years old when I heard my parents talking about my future husband. How did Maru’s brother became my supposed husband? “Why are you not saying anything wife?” “

Her marriage had never been made public, and she had been labeled as someone who stole another woman’s man. Mom let out a small laugh along with a long sigh, as though it was truly nothing more than an old story now. “Yes, those were difficult times, and our journey together was indeed very long.” She let out another long breath. Looking at this incredible woman in front of me, who now looked so happy, I also felt a sense of pride. She truly was amazing. Our conversation flowed naturally. She told me more stories about her relationship with Uncle Dylan, and yes, it really was just like what I had read.