Novel & Cerita Noble Wife

Neola ushered Elle inside the convertible and drove off in a haste. I was about to call for Joe and ask him about this when the female news reporter speak, 'As you can see, we had just witness Mrs. Elleana Cassidy West, wife of the famous businessman and owner of Greene-West Industries, Mr. Gabriel Hugo West, shopping with her husband's sister, Neola Dana West for baby's clothes. We did not hear about Mrs. West for a while and it seems that she’s been keeping us out of the box! Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade?'

“Thank you, my friend. I feel very happy because now you are on the right side.” Rossalie also tried to smile after hearing Argo's words pretending to be in front of Edward. “Then, where is Tiffany now? Is my child's womb okay?” Argo and Rossalie immediately fell silent when they heard Edward's question just now. They were silent because they did not know what to answer. “Tiffany is resting at home. So you don't need to worry about your child's womb because she's fine.” Until finally Rossalie told a lie. “It's fine if it's like that. She must rest regularly so that my child's womb remains healthy and can be born normally. I can't wait for time to pass quickly. I no longer want to have this m

Something made me come back to my chamber, and the presence of Nyxora has made me forget what it was. She stormed towards me, infuriated. “Nyxora?” “Did you just address me by my name?” She asked in disbelief, and I sighed. She was Nightbane’s wife. I shouldn’t have called her by her name, but it was something I was going to do again. “Let me remind you if you have forgotten.” She said, bridging the gap between us and pinning me with her dreadful eyes. “I am Nyxora. The Fox Princess. Wife to the king of all wolves, King Nightbane.” She enunciated each word, as if carving them in my brain.

She's standing on my porch, drinking my vodka, from my cup. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to insult you, princess, just that I don't think Mr. Graham would know anyone like—" "I'm his damn wife." I pushed her slightly with my shoulder and stormed into the house. "If you are his wife why don't you know about the party?" The lady snapped back at me, and I hated to admit that she was somehow right. The red-haired lady wouldn't be the one to kill my mood. I didn't want to dwell on the fact that my husband, whom I'd been married to for three years, hadn't told his friends about our marriage.

she said lowly embarrassed of what happened while he shake his head in denial. "It is natural and it could happen anytime to anyone and we are your husbands. We should know what's our wife is going through so that we will take good care of her." he told and pecked the crown of her head. "B-b-but it is dirty." she said with a disgusted look on her face and her nose scrunched up. "It is everything but dirty for me because it is something came out of my pure and innocent wife. Then how can it be dirty, hmm?" he asked her softly but she didn't say anything and kept sitting in his lap.

Michelle had arrived. She wore a red evening gown and a soft, calm smile as she walked into the hall with effortless grace. Michelle's figure was delicate, her skin pale and smooth, like an angel who didn't quite belong in this world. While everyone stared at her in awe, I snapped back to attention, smiled gently, and announced with a loud voice, "Everyone, my bride will be Michelle Cooper, the CEO of Cooper Corporations!"

He said in a serious but soft voice. “We are always together. And we don’t have a problem.” I persisted. “Really? Then why are you becoming distant and cold?” He asked. “I'm always like this. I'm named in our campus as Mara the Ice Princess remember? So its just normal.” “That's how they named you. But not me. For me, you are the sweetest and the most beautiful wife. And I really miss my wife.” He said kind of frustrated. “Hon please believe. There’s no truth in dad’a accusation.”

Oh my god! My stomach flipped over with butterflies at being called ‘noble wife of Detroit West.’ The way it rolled off his tongue made me feel like I’d been handed a tiara I never ordered but absolutely deserved. For approximately three glorious seconds I considered curtsying. Then reality and common sense returned and I remembered he was the man who put me in this situation and curtsying felt like a diplomatic faux pas. “It’s ‘noble’ now?” I croaked, because if I didn’t squeeze every drop of drama from the title, it would go to waste. “You still consider me your wife? I thought I'd been regarded as a mere decoration.”

Nathan chuckled as he kissed his wife's cheek. "I'm serious, Nathanny. In addition to what you mentioned earlier, you are every woman's dream man: handsome, dashing, a wealthy, successful businessman. Which woman doesn't want to live well and become a respectable woman?" "In fact, there are women like that," Nathan argued. "Oh, yeah? Who?" asked Nina innocently. "Her name is Nina Alice Maxwell Evans, a daughter of Irish nobility. She is a special woman who will never be dazzled by wealth or position and is willing to risk anything for her true love."

“This is my room.” Does he want to live with me? As far as I know, many famous knights, merchants, and nobles have their own rooms. They don't live with their wives all the time. They only go to their wives' rooms on certain days. On other days, they spend the night in their concubines' rooms or in search of lovers. Being the wife of a nobleman is sometimes a painful thing. Nuri and I were married by force of the Queen, and I did not expect him to love me or demand his loyalty, so I never wished him to choose to live with me.