Not His Wife Novels & Stories

He said, snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her to himself. " What?? I am just saying if she had a twin sister... " I teased again. " Well, she has no sister, neither twin nor normal. And this one is out of reach for you... Find someone else. " He said with a smile. Idiot!! President of the Over possessive Husband Club!! He knew I was just teasing him. I liked Manyata the very first time I saw her. I told him that I liked her, but I didn't know that she was his wife. I have been teasing him like that, and he gets annoyed every time.

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

“This marriage isn't leading anywhere and I want us to end it, Natalie.” Of course, the marriage wasn't going to lead us anywhere—and if it did, it was to our doom. For two years, I was married to Adrian Wolfe—CEO of The Wolfe’s Group. To the world, he was a bachelor. To me, he was a stranger. Our marriage was nothing but a secret. It was hidden from everyone except his parents and family who knew about the union. The more reason why I believed things would be better. Why did I even think that things would get better?

When I went to get a replacement copy of our marriage certificate, the clerk at the registrar's office told me, "This certificate is a forgery. There's no record of your marriage in the system." "But Michele and I got married four years ago, at St. Mary's Church. We had witnesses..." I steadied my breathing. "Please check again." The clerk sighed and clicked her mouse a few times. "We found a registration for Michele Corleone, but the spouse listed isn't you." My voice shook. "Who's his legal wife?" The clerk answered without looking up. "Rita Greco." Before I heard that name, I'd still been telling myself the system might have made a mistake. But of course it was Rita, Michele's chi

“Hello, husband.” The voice was distorted, but Julian recognized the cruelty beneath it. Alexander Sterling. Julian closed his eyes. “You have her.” “I have something you want.” “If you've touched her—” “Save your threats. You're standing in an abandoned hospital with a gunshot wound that hasn't healed properly. I have your wife, and you have exactly fifty-eight minutes to decide whether she lives.” Julian looked at the photograph again. “Let me speak to her.” A pause followed. Then he heard a faint sound.

My father left me with millions in debt, a sick mother, and a brother whose future was about to disappear. Then billionaire Aiden Blackwood offered me two million dollars to carry his baby. One year. One child. No feelings. Aiden had a fiancée he loved, and I was only the woman hired to give them the heir they desperately wanted. So I entered his mansion knowing I would leave the moment the baby was born. I just didn't expect Aiden to be the one who couldn't let me go. The stolen glances became lingering touches. The cold billionaire became fiercely protective. And the man who once warned me never to fall for him became the man falling hardest. But his fiancé

“Who is she?” For a second, something flickered across his face. Guilt maybe, or even fear, then it disappeared completely. “She’s a friend’s wife,” the lie slid past his mouth smoothly and I almost laughed from disbelief alone. “A friend’s wife?” I repeated, not wanting to believe my ears. “There’s been some trouble in their marriage,” he continued casually while stepping further inside. “She needs somewhere to stay until the divorce is settled.” I looked at Diane and she didn’t look embarrassed, or uncomfortable. If anything, she looked amused, like she was watching a performance.

"Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change." She didn't snap. She laughed, turning to the crowd. "Sorry you all had to see this. He's my husband's old benefactor—did him a favor once. Out of gratitude, I've been covering his food and clothes. Guess it wasn't enough. Now he's here trying to wreck our family." Just like that, she flipped everything—swapped me with Danny and made me the pathetic leech. I pressed my tongue to my burning cheek and walked straight at her, face cold.

It hit the floor with a small sound too loud, too heavy for such a small thing. Her ears started ringing. No. It must be another Michael. Carter is a common name... right? It's has to be.But her hands weren't steady as she read it again. Michael Carter. Not just any Michael. Her Michael. Her husband.Her chest tightened so badly she forgot how to breathe.Sarah's voice came softly. "He didn't tell you, did he?"Jessica looked up slowly.Sarah's smile wasn't kind. It wasn't cruel either. It was worse than both it was calm.

My father left me with millions in debt, a sick mother, and a brother whose future was about to disappear. Then billionaire Aiden Blackwood offered me two million dollars to carry his baby. One year. One child. No feelings. Aiden had a fiancée he loved, and I was only the woman hired to give them the heir they desperately wanted. So I entered his mansion knowing I would leave the moment the baby was born. I just didn't expect Aiden to be the one who couldn't let me go. The stolen glances became lingering touches. The cold billionaire became fiercely protective. And the man who once warned me never to fall for him became the man falling hardest. But his fiancé