Noble Wife Novels & Stories

but I thought if this is same than she will surely meet me and introduce herself even I she is my ishu she will definitely not call me everytime sir sir blah blah. I open my eyes and went toward balcony and stand up there. And see it's stars and moon but it's little cloudy and windy even why not it's monsoon season her favourite. I close my eyes there and feel that air that cold breeze so child her innocent face come. I thought my mom is very stubborn if she decided to marry me with someone I know she will but I don't what should I do umm my mind speak up "idea I tell the girl no to this marriage bcoz I love someone else and if you marry Me. I don't give that love you deserve. Which a wife w

The other party's family background was certainly of epic proportions, and Yara no doubt had the best chance out of anyone else. "Haven’t you heard of the phrase ‘the wife of a rich man is never truly free’? You’re just waiting to live as an unhappy and resentful wife," Linda shot back. Yara did not take offense with those words at all. Instead, she said triumphantly, "So what if I’m an unhappy and resentful wife? I’d rather be a resentful wife in a house full of luxury brands than marry a poor man who has to rely on a woman to get by."

CHAPTER 98 LEONORA'S POV The Grand Hall was a beautiful sight to behold, breathtaking would be the perfect way to describe it. My family went all out for this wedding. It really would be the wedding of the century. I wasn't supposed to be here but there was no way I would sit back and have my sister relegate me to the background. She had no right to deny my presence here. Eva's words were beginning to make sense to me now. She had to go or I would be stuck in her shadow forever.

I guess so. “Welcome back, Prince Neil. The pleasure is mine, and to you too, young lady,” the old man greeted kindly, which made me look to Neil. So, this is how people treat him as a Prince. “Thank you, Mr. Charles. Mr. Charles, meet my wife, Wendy. And Wifey, this is our butler, Mr. Charles. If you need anything, you can ask him. Where is everybody anyway?” Neil greeted back, introducing us both to one another, and he roamed his eyes around, but only to see that no one is at home and just us.

Knowing the reason for his anger Oliver stretched out his hand and Nuella stood beside him and took hold of his hand. Old master Seun looked at the young lady with a frown on his face. “Old master, this is my wife, Nuella Allen” The people sitting close by all stared in surprise, they had heard the announcer earlier but did not think it was true until now that he mentioned it himself. They all moved their gaze at the beautiful young lady and wondered who she was, knowing Oliver, he would not just marry any, especially with his dislike for women. Nuella bowed her head low in greeting

Everyone stood up, clapping, happy for us, while in my mind I knew there was no going back, I was trapped, and I forced a smile throughout the wedding as my mind blacked out. The wedding finally came to an end after a long and exhausting day, then it was time for me to go to my new home. I braced myself for what was to come as a new wife. I was no longer Kiana Elizabeth James, but now Mrs. Kiana Elizabeth Cartwright.

My smile slipped when I saw him—just for a breath. "Four years back, I thought my only job was being a good wife," I said, voice steady. "But life showed me marriage isn't what defines a woman." My eyes found my daughter. Memories of every rough night hit me all at once. "From earning ten bucks a column to standing here with a Nobel Prize—it was brutal. But it taught me freedom and dignity are worth more than anything. "Thank you, Isabella. You gave me the guts to rewrite my story."

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

They never lasted, and they never even got to the stage of being his wife—even if it was a fake one, but I did. It felt like an achievement. It was like doing reputational insurance that other women never got to experience. “I'm his first wife,” I repeated it to myself like I was casting some evil spell. “I'm his first wife.” It was indeed an achievement. I buried myself in those thoughts till darkness covered the sky and I didn't even realise. That evening, Alex got back happy. It was a rare scenario. “My beautiful darling,” he uttered. My brows were furrowed in confusion. He never added any endearments to my calling.

asked We Yan, noticing that all his wife’s decorations were truly very lavish—or more accurately, more beautiful—than the decorations at the parties of several high-ranking nobles he’d attended. “Hmm… Is there a problem with my decorations? Do you have a problem with all this?” Instead of a pleasant answer, We Yan received a question that left him speechless. Who would dare to cross this lioness at home? Even the servants didn’t dare to defy her; his wife’s knowledge of the nobility far surpassed his own, since his mind was focused solely on cultivation and the battlefield. He was just still confused as to how his wife could know all of that. Was she a former noble? Or was she actually the d