Nobles Wife Novels & Stories

The lady kicked her hard several times, screaming as she lashed out, "Carmen Adams, was it? You're a popular rising actress, right? The wife of the young master of the Stephenson Family, right? You slutty little c*nt! How dare you seduce my husband?! How dare you!" Upon hearing those words, everybody seemed shocked. It turns out that the mistress is the popular rising actress, Carmen Adams! The wife of the young master of the Stephenson Family! She is the noble daughter of the Adams Family and the wife of the young master of the Stephenson Family! Why would she sleep with an old, married man over 50 years old when she has such a good family background and an excellent husband?! How can she s

Gasps echoed faintly around the room. The decor—the soft lighting, the finely tuned string quartet, the scent of blooming orchids—felt utterly mismatched to the hostility among these so-called nobles. Their masks were slipping, and I saw every wrinkle of cruelty beneath the powder and pearls. A noblewoman behind me tsked. “I thought the Prince was just toying with her. I mean… actually planning to marry her? Really?” Another chimed in, louder now that someone had permitted them to unleash. “She’s a skilled warrior, sure. Maybe even innocent like her ex-in-laws claimed. But let’s be honest, she’s still a divorced woman. Who brings tarnished silver into the royal collection?”

More reason to be careful. Everyone in the room seemed to recognize the energy of his wife, the marble statue of the countess seemed to whisper in the niche of the chamber—everyone except for Ambrose. He prided himself on being the husband of this young beautiful woman but his arrival statues had shocked even them. His wife must have been someone special if her mere presence had stunned the countess to silence and the statues in disappointment. “First we dine matilda,” Nirvana declared. “Then the fun will begin.”

“Good. Let's try this again. I am Natalia Adamantine. Just a few days ago, I was married to the Duke of Kristen. I have enslaved you for one purpose only, to get out of this hell hole. You have two options, get me out and I free you from your hold or die right now and I take over your little squad. I can do whatever I want with them or just kill them outright. The choice is yours” “They don’t have anything to do with this” “I didn’t give you the permission to speak” His next words came out muffled. She removed her heel from his head and rested on the couch, sighing. Cage observed her and found that he couldn’t figure her out. She was different from the other nobles he met. She could best be

Mocha Dela Rama, a wife of a high ranking official. “I’m also pleased to meet you-” “What a pity. I would like my daughter to marry Gavin.” I slightly pursed my lips when an old lady said those while looking at me like she found something unmatched. I smiled. Mrs. Matt Taba. A wife of a middle class nobleman. “Same.” “What was that, Mrs. Morgan?” “Same to you all, it’s nice meeting all of you. I would like to have a chat with all of you but my husband might worry. He loves me very much anyway.”

A tall woman with dark hair and a dress made of expensive gold lace stepped forward, her eyes flashing with a mean spirit as she pointed a finger at the quiet couple standing near the fountain. "It is a total insult to every lady of high birth in this kingdom that a common servant who spends her days scrubbing floors and emptying trash has been chosen for such a high position. She does not have the strength of a warrior or the grace of a leader, and I cannot believe that George would throw away his future for a weak omega who probably cannot even shift into a proper wolf," the noblewoman said. She looked at her friends for support, and they all nodded their heads while making loud clicking s

She couldn't be spending an entire year with a nameless man! She took a quick shower and threw on the same clothes she had worn the day before. She packed her up into a ponytail and exited the room. The corridor outside was lonely just like the room, but its elegance could cover up for where it lacked. This strange master was really swimming in money. Every detail in the mansion seemed to be carved in gold. Waoh! "Oh, I was just about to come to you, ma'am. Good morning!" Olivia heard the chirpy voice of Mary, the blonde maid and she turned in the direction of the sound.

Duchess Vanessa Lilac or specifically known as The shameless Vanessa Enderson an ex-wife of a respected royal knight. This woman used to be the wife of a royal knight. Their life is peaceful and at a steady pace completed with three beautiful intelligent children. But Vanessa is a natural-born greedy woman who wants to get to the nobles... Ever since she was young her poor parents teach her to be with a noble but she fell in love with a boy in her village. This boy is the only royal knight in the townlet. Vanessa pleads her parents to bless their marriage and finally they comply with their only daughter's wish. The two lovebirds have a great life together until her husband became too busy wi

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

“I do not need to stress myself doing that.” Across the hall, Ethan Brooks was discussing with a group of investors. In the middle of the conversation, his gaze drifted briefly toward the women standing by the window. He simply returned his attention to his discussion. Cara straightened her shoulders and recovered her practiced smile. "Well, we'll catch up some other time." "Perhaps," Mia said. With one last practiced smile, Cara disappeared into the crowd, completely unaware that the woman she had just looked down on was connected to the very family whose approval her husband's company was desperately waiting for.