Novel & Cerita Nobles Wife

“What do you think you are doing! His hoarse voice ran through the room. Hailey, Mrs June and Mika could easily recognized the voice as it was of Nolan, Hailey glared at his face in surprise, She never expected him not even at the moment. Nolan glared dangerously at the men who were still holding his wife harshly. “You should let go of my wife right now! Mrs. Winston stared at Nolan looking a bit surprised, His wife? She never expected the middle class looking woman be a member of the Rothschild, not just any member but Nolan’s wife. But she didn’t let her guards down instead she pompously turned to Nolan face and muttered. “Your wife here should apologize to my daughter! Nolan scoff ran th

She grumbled, walking in front of me without looking at who I was, my face especially. "Who?" I asked challenging her. She stopped walking and turned around, I looked down and watched her footsteps advance in front of me. "The owners are two very influential women. Mrs. Anderson is the wife of a former mobster the most respected in America and the other is Mrs. Louis who is the wife of a Billionaire, a famous English nobleman." I raised my head, "Oh yeah, you know my wife very well but don't know me?" I said He took two steps back,

“My friends, all from noble families, already have grandchildren with pure bloodlines. It is very beneficial. Their family names grow stronger.” Sarah swallowed her breath. “I just do not understand,” Madam Vexler’s voice came again, this time with a disappointed sigh. “Why is your wife different? She should have been a noble daughter with a clear career. The noble daughters I know are all CEOs, they own companies, they are successful. But your wife?” There was a brief pause, then the sentence was delivered without hesitation. “Your wife is only a housewife.” There was no anger in the voice. That was what hurt the most. The words were spoken as fact, as a final judgment, as if Sarah’s life w

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

"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?"

The rules of the noble families had not changed in years, and she did not see them changing anytime soon. “You're my co-wife, but you seem to forget you're a concubine. You should bow at my feet and grovel at the sight of my child. You are beneath the slaves in this mansion, so know your place.” She marched away, not ready to get into the trouble Clair was brewing.

You gave me the guts to rewrite my story. I took the medal and certificate, the weight of it hitting like proof. The applause wouldn't quit. Giovanni's stare burned—stunned, almost worshipping. This was the wife he'd always wanted. Polished. Gorgeous. Every move flawless. The host waved to the wings. "And now, please welcome Ms. Bettini's daughter—Isabella—with flowers!" Bella ran out, arms full of sunflowers, bursting with energy. Giovanni's eyes lit up.

The smile instantly dies on my lips. "Uh... Sheila, let me explain," Chris begins, his face turning red. I hold up a hand, trying to keep my composure. "Save it. I think I can see what's going on here. And honestly, it's so cliché. I can't believe you would do this to me." The woman on the bed clears her throat, looking sheepish. "I'm really sorry, I had no idea he was engaged." I laugh bitterly. "Oh, don't worry. You're not the one I'm mad at. It's Mr. Cheater here."

Is this what Jacoben wants to show her? "Wh-what is this? Who is she?" "Her name is Maridona Nobles. Daughter of MNA's founder, Victor Nobles," said Jacoben before stepping closer to her. "This facility is named after her." Full of astonishment and shock, she turned to him wide-eyed. "Impossible! I heard from the nurses that the owner's eldest daughter had been dead for a long time!" "That's not true. That is fake news Victor spread to hide her."

She felt dejected and unfortunate. It then dawned on her that it was Nicholas she saw going into the baby clothing store with his mistress or perhaps wife the other day while she was having breakfast with Stephanie. It was never an illusion but a reality she was quick to shove off. She then remembered Nicholas admitting to her face that he fucked the woman and has a child with her. She cried the more. On their wedding night while Nicholas was penetrating into her, he had vowed to her when he whispered into her ears that she will be the only woman he ever goes into. She and Nicholas will wake up at dawn and talk about making babies when they were ready. She promised Nicholas that she would gi