Niall's Wife Novels & Stories

“And I don’t care about any of that.” “But,” Noah said inching towards her. “A bit of attention from my wife would be nice. I’m hungry for her.” “You should go and tell that to the rest of the girls who you had fun with during your weekend away.” Natalia rolled her eyes. “Jealous, are we?” He replied. “No, I promise you, I’m not.” She said and watched his face fall. “I find it disgusting that you cannot keep to your marriage and honour me as your wife, but jealous?” Natalia let out a laugh that grated Noah’s nerves.

At the dinner party in the Falcone estate, Fiora held up her hand, showing off the ring symbolizing the Don’s wife on her ring finger to the socialites around her. Exclamations erupted from the crowd, who then turned mocking glances toward me in the corner. Santino sat at the head table, his gaze flickering over to me every now and then. After soaking up all the flattery, Fiora picked up a glass of red wine and walked over to me.

The next morning, Jason went to the medical center as usual. Niall, Sannuit, and Dustin all looked solemn when they realized that Jason had arrived. "Why are you in such a foul mood this early in the morning?" Jason smiled at the trio. "By the way, Niall, you already have a wife. Why would you always hang out with these two bachelors?" Jason's said. Dustin and Sannuit uncontrollably twitched their lips when they heard his remarks. 'Why would you mock me like that? How great could it be for someone to have a wife? Actually, that seems like a good thing though.'

"All the media covered you two. I saw the video. Do you know how that feels? Watching your own husband smile for another woman—a smile you've never seen in five years of marriage?" "That was for publicity. Clarissa is a public figure. We have to maintain our image—" "Image!" Alina nearly screamed now, years of frustration spilling over. "Always about image! About how the Blackwood family looks in the public eye! But what about me? What about your wife's feelings, sitting alone at home, waiting, hoping that maybe—maybe—one day you'll remember her!" "I knew yesterday was our anniversary—" "You did NOT know!" Alina's voice broke. "You didn't remember until I told you this morning! Don't lie and

After that, she stepped closer and said, "I can marry you, but only if you agree that once we're married, we live our own separate lives and don't get in each other's way. Otherwise, I'm not marrying you!" I stared at her coldly. "The one I'm marrying is Michelle Cooper." "Michelle? She can't have kids, and she looks like she's about to collapse. You seriously want to marry her?" Kara covered her mouth and let out a soft laugh. "Even if you marry Michelle, you're not gonna be satisfied. She's so weak that you'll end up sneaking around with someone else sooner or later." Right then, Oscar rushed to Kara's side, his lips shaking.

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

His shoulders stayed relaxed, but his hand flexed on the table. Adrian’s voice dropped lower. “You’re still my wife on paper. Until the divorce is finalized, that means something.” “It means nothing,” Sophia shot back. She stepped closer to him, eyes blazing. “You signed the papers. You called it mutual on live TV. You tried to undo it like it was just another deal. I’m done, Adrian. Done waiting. Done hoping. Done being yours.” People at nearby tables started glancing over. Adrian didn’t care. He reached for her hand but stopped when she pulled back sharply.

She sat on the bed, watching them arrange things into place, including installing a television. What if that man is indeed Mr Stranger? The news states he is the most cruel business man in the country! And would she be carrying his baby? This man is the most eligible bachelor in the country! What?!! "How do you like the curtains madam?" Olivia nodded with a smile as she tried to remain calm. She's a billionaire's surrogate! Not just any billionaire. The top guy in the business world. Shouldn't she freak out? Of course she should freak out!!