Noble Wife Novels & Stories

she said with a soft smile that did not reach her eyes. “I hear that since entering Prince Alexander’s household you have remained his only companion. No… other attachments. No discreet friendships. No ladies quietly installed in nearby estates.” A few ladies exchanged glances. In noble households it was hardly unusual for a powerful man to keep a mistress—openly or discreetly. Ava’s smile widened slightly. “Such devotion from a husband is rare indeed. Perhaps that explains why you have been blessed so quickly.” She tilted her head as though offering helpful advice.

"What absolute nonsense are you spewing?! This is my golden great-grandson! I say he's part of the bloodline, which means he is—it's not your place to—" Before the blow could fall, Arabella lunged forward, catching Natalia's wrist in a firm, unyielding grip. A sharp, dangerous glint flashed in her eyes, completely stripping away any trace of her former docility. "Grandmother, I am Richard’s lawfully wedded wife and the rightful Luna of this estate. I hold every legal right to block any illegitimate child from entering this family!" Natalia never expected that the historically submissive Arabella would dare to publicly humiliate her and block her hand in front of high society. Blood rushed to

Vlad says in anger as he paces around in his royal chambers. “They do not know how great you are my love,” his wife says. Justina Szilágyi, a beautiful noblewoman from a noble family. She stands at 5’11ft, her blond hair glitters like gold as the lantern illuminates the room. Her fair skin is smooth and beautiful as fairy tales snow white, her green eyes as beautiful as gems and her lips as red as blood. Her golden jewelry beautifies her neck, slender as a snake and graceful as a swan.

Let's get out of here," Dad said, swiping through his phone. We sauntering made our way to the exit. "Sir, please stop," a strange voice said from behind us. We returned our attention to the speaker. A young lady in a formal outfit with a ponytail and a small height. She walked up to us and bowed respectfully in front of us. "Good morning Sir, I am your wedding planner. "My name is Nyka," she said with a stiff nod. "Good day, Miss Nyka." We're sorry, but we've decided to move our wedding back to London."

My hands balled into fists. “Celia, Annie, this is my beautiful wife, and queen of the realm, Celestine of the house of Silver crescent-moon kingdom, and Celeste, these are my cousins.’ “We are aware who your bride is, cousin. What we don’t understand is why you are married to her.” “We talked about this. I wanted her.” One of the sisters, the one with the sharper features, Annie, shook her head. “You have no idea what you are doing, do you?”

She looked pretty. The moment she saw me, she bowed slightly. “I was sent to take your measurements, miss.” I looked at the maid and laughed subtly. “You might not know this but I… am Jacob Galahad’s wife, which means that I'm his Luna.” “Really?” She asked, a slight arrogant smile across her lips. “You may be the Alpha's wife by title but that doesn't account to much. Even I a maid might be a little higher than you when you really look at it.”

She doesn’t even flinch, as the full weight of her decision to accept the Emperor’s proposal falls on her shoulders. ‘The face mothers attribute to the death of their sons, name widows spit on when they remember their dead husbands’ She thinks of Latana and her mother, the look of hatred thrown her way by the grieving mother. ‘…You will be cursed, shamed, harassed because of the mark you will bear…’ She finally understands the meaning of his words, finally understand the mark he speaks of, it is not a physical mark, it was the title of being his wife, the woman on whose bosom he would rest his weary head after drenching himself in the blood of the innocent.

Isabella rose with him. It was not a small gesture, though at first it seemed so. Her chair whispered across the floor as she pushed it back and came to her feet. Some eyes widened. Some lips pressed together. A few throats cleared, the sound sharp in the stillness. Executives had seen wives before. They had seen mistresses, lovers, women brought in as arm candy during social gatherings. But this was no gala. This was the heart of power, the place where the direction of the knight Foundation was carved into stone.

She is magnificent, and painfully unreachable in that posture of a woman who depends on no one. I notice the tear she wipes away, and my heart tightens. Not for her, not for what she's losing, but for the brutal truth that explodes in my face: this scene is not just a farewell — it's a declaration. She is taking back what is rightfully hers, and she's doing it with a strength that neither Marius nor I can match.

"After God, fear women" Claire was dumbstruck. It could not be. Nathan had just married his competitor and she had nothing to say about it. The dinner was about to commence so she had plenty of time to prove Bianca was a fraud. Wrong! She had very little time and she remaining glued to her seat was not going to change anything. Claire stood up and joined the new wife, her suspicion making her unable to keep a smile.