Novel & Cerita Nobles Wife

My eyes widened and in the heart of the green light, I saw a face. Another woman, a familiar one Lady Noelle. My wife. Her face was contorted in pain. Blood gushed out of her mouth each time the shadow struck against the aura but she kept enduring every blow while her body trembled and screamed, yet she stood her ground. My mother’s eyes widened. "Who is that?" My breath shook. "Lady Noelle, the spoilt princess." "And who is she to you?" My throat tightened as I didn’t know how to reply. "She's my wife."

“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.

Recalling that this was the same lady that has made her marriage life miserable some time ago, she couldn't have the hatred that clouded her mind against her. "What is that your name again? Lisa?" She asked Nina as she rubbed her fingers together while staring at her confidently. "You must know who I am, right? I am Jason's wife... The famous CEO of Prestige modeling company," She further said as she slowly tucked her hair behind her ear. "Yes... I know you," Nina replied to her, and she nodded her head. "Right... You should. I mean, how can you know the wife of your concubine? It'll be ridiculous. You know Jason is married, don't you?" She asked, maintaining a straight face this time.

“One that cannot be broken.” Releasing her hold, Bella signaled the youngest servant to hold the other end of the measuring fabric as they huddled around me. “Remember this, my lady, as long as you are married to the Valerius line, then the wife and princess consort of the grand heir could only be you and no one else.” Standing frozen in the middle of the bustling servants, my mind once again plunged deeper into the abyss. What have I really gotten myself into? A cold shiver run up my spine thinking of the hundreds of noble ladies competing for the place of that devil’s wife.

Resting his head on her shoulder, he asked tentatively, "Come back home after you've had enough fun in Brookesville. Alright? You'll still be my wife as well as the most prestigious lady in the high society circle when you return." She delicately applied her skincare products and watched her reflection in the mirror with a cold smile. "Do you really think that being your wife is some kind of trophy? I have no intention of playing cards with your mistresses. “They might’ve complimented me to my face, but they schemed behind my back, trying to climb onto my husband's bed. It's all so pointless!" She turned to him and touched his forehead lightly. "Why wouldn’t I enjoy what I have now instead?

Hold your tongue lady, I am not your daughter" Rain responded bluntly which shocked everyone. Mrs Williams took another look at the lady seated beside the young Johnson master and was shocked. Indeed it was Rain. "Rain, you are married to this young man here? The youngest Johnson master? Is he your husband?" Before Rain could say a word, Gabriel cleared his throat and put his arm around Rains waist. "She is my wife, do you have any problem with it?" Mrs Arnold's was stunned, her knees felt weak and she almost fell to the floor. Try so hard to keep her composure, she walked a few steps to the nearest chair and sat down. Mrs Williams stared blankly at Rain, failing to believe her eyes. Rain sa

Marquis Cudo was furious that his wife had raised his younger sister. "I don't spend money, but I eat as much as I need, because as the wife of the Marquis who has a nephew of the Crown Prince, I have to look noble. I'll probably be disgraced by the nobility for my shabby appearance!" Marchioness Ellie's neck veins were visible because she was too angry with her husband. "That's why the queen has to keep her, and Iaros in the palace. So that you can also make her proud and find a match for our child with someone higher than us. So that our children can have a safe life!"

Alexander moved even closer and held her waist bringing his mouth directly close to her ear. “A chance to keep your dads company name provoke me and I’ll buy it for the cheap price that is currently worth” The company workers have been getting inquiries from their friends and family about Alexander's wife, asking if they know who she is. Since the news about him has spread like wildfire, everyone is dying to know who the lucky woman to marry the billionaire is. Here’s a corrected version with minimal changes: One of the workers was passing by, saw the scene, and took a picture, happy that she had cracked the code on who Alexander Steele's wife is, and quickly shared it online. Before Charlot

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.