Nerdy Wife Novels & Stories

Merina Pov “SHOCKING!!!!: THE YOUNG MASTER AND PRESIDENT OF THE NART COOPERATION IS FOUND TO BE MARRIED!” I read the bold headings but if that was the reason I was shocked then you are wrong, the reason for my shock is the words written next to it in bold words. “WE FOUND OUT THAT THE MYSTERIOUS WIFE OF THE BILLIONAIRE IS MENTALLY DERANGED, NOT FOR ANYTHING BUT DRUGS!!”

Nate asked. Beside him was standing a beautiful women.... Is she his girlfriend? "I am fine...who is she" Nick asked.. Avoiding the rest of the question... Obviously he will!! You are not S**y not a model either... "Oh she!! I met her here, spending time with her.. You know .. " He winked.. And Nick laugh... And that's when Nate saw me.. His eyes widen... "She is Naomi my wife" Nick replied awkwardly.. "Oh my god, Naomi!! Is this really you... Couldn't recognise you in this outfit.. Never seen you like this..." He smirked..

"And she’s using my own protocols to stay hidden. I can't track her. Nigel can't track her. Every time we get close to a digital breadcrumb, it dissolves." "Smart girl," Kayden said, his tone turning appreciative. "Who is she? A competitor’s asset? A disgruntled board member?" "She’s my wife," I said. The silence this time lasted a full five seconds. Then, a loud, barking laugh shattered the quiet of my office. "Your what?" Kayden coughed, clearing his throat. "Since when do you have a wife, kid? Last I checked, your only long-term relationship was with your quarterly profit margins."

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

Wendy asks and Noah looks up from his phone to look at her, and then goes back to typing without replying her. Natalia runs a finger through her hair. “Oh. How did you even know that?” “I know a lot of things about your husband, sweetie.” Wendy says, tapping at the table with her ridiculously long nails. “Huh? You do, don’t you?” Natalia sounds flat. “Well duh! Was he not my best friend? It’s really fun being a best friend to a married couple. Oh goodness, Natalia, you look as white as a ghost.” Wendy says laughing.

From what she knew, their family speaks through codes and hidden meanings. Treating their situation like a puzzle or strategic game makes her head feel like it's about to burst. Even after all the preparation, she finds herself at a loss for words and remains an observant outsider to a family that she is technically still a part of, even with the lack of a wedding ring on her finger. “My son has his ways of getting on my nerves, doesn't he?” Adele was looking straight through her eyes. “I’m sure as his wife; you would know a thing or two about his… patience, or the lack thereof. Something he definitely got from his father.”

My blood roared in my ears. "Ramona. God, you smell incredible. Bet you've never had anything like what I'm packing. Let me show you what you've been missing." She lay there, eyes squeezed shut, still trying to look resistant. "I'm your wife's best friend... We really shouldn't..." But her body betrayed her. Her legs had fallen open, revealing the damp spot spreading across her white panties. I tore them aside. The sight that greeted me was too much to resist. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and buried myself between them.

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

After saying that, I glanced at Gisele, who still looked uncomfortable around Eric. She subtly moved away. Everyone at Nexora knew just how strict and annoying Eric could be. Yes, he was the one who most often pointed out other people's mistakes, which was why many people referred to him as the company's annoyingly single guy. Our wedding went smoothly. Nothing went wrong, and the entire day was filled with happiness. Another thing that happened on our wedding day was that news about our marriage was being continuously updated. Even details about the guests were making headlines. And the Nexora forum had updated its company ownership records, listing Miles Monclair as the owner.

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.