Not His Wife Novels & Stories

For one reason or the other, I do not like that question. Ashley is my wife and not his wife. He should just get out of my office already.

"And even if he wasn't here, I still wouldn't have come." "Oh." He takes a momentary pause to let that sink in before he starts speaking again. "I-I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t important." “What is it?” I feign interest. "What's going on now?" “My wife-my ex-wife.” I loathe his answer as soon as the words fall from his lips. "She's here." He has a wife?

He had that arrogant CEO vibe. ‘That night, I went to the club to join Frank and Nora because I needed to clear my mind off things…you must be wondering why I was bothered? Well, it's because I argued with my wife,’ he said and this was big news. No one in the country knew that the heir of the Williams family was off the market, the Williams family had never announced a wedding. So what is he talking about? ‘Is your wife present here?’ ‘Yes, but that’s not important…I love my wife so much and got drunk after our fight. Then I saw an old man harassing my sister in the club and wanting to dance with her. What would any brother’s reaction be?’ he asked and they all nodded in understanding.

he replied as we started to inch closer to the house, I gave a little laugh and he looked at me with a laughing expression. “I wonder what your wife would think about that,” I blurted out without thinking and the air suddenly thickened. “I don’t have a wife, you know this,” he said and I looked shocked. “What do you mean by you don’t have a wife? I thought Nate once told me that one of his brothers had a wife,” I said in question and he looked at me with a seriousness. “That wasn’t me,” he said and I looked even more confused.

I asked. "Its a long story.maybe another time" He said dismissing the subject. "Am sorry for all that happened to you.And you and your wife can come along with me.Am sure you'll be more than welcome in my pack."I offered. "What? thank you so so much.I appreciate it. Wait...my wife?" He asked. I nodded. "You think..."he let out a laugh. "You think Marcella is my wife? He asked. I nodded. "No, no. She's not my wife. We're not mated.we're just together because of the circumstances and the occasional itch"he wiggled his brows at me.

“My wife's sister is a witch!” I don't like other men looking at my wife, not even my brother-in-law! I strode forward and stood between them. "You're not dead yet? What good luck, my friend!" I gave him a heavy pat on the shoulder. "But you're wrong about one thing. Princess Selene is not your wife! If I remember correctly, there was no wedding. Now that you're not dead, pick up your weapon quickly. Your war is not over."

he snapped. ” Oh and let me get something straight with you, Anna is not my ex-wife but my wife,” he whispered to Lucas taking him my surprise. “ There's no way, that's true!” He yelled at Kasper before turning to look at me. “ It's not true, right?”

he asked, confused. "No, actually, my wife ran away to another country. I don't even know how to find her." "She ran away from you?" he asked, surprised. "Yes, I kept her locked up, but that woman is a pervert. Don’t come tell me she’s a saint. After all, Layane liked to watch naked men. She didn’t cheat, but that made me uneasy. But seriously, if you weren’t married, you’d get along with her sister, Layla. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, but she's also married. Then there's Laysa, the hot one... for Cassius. But the big guy there doesn’t care about any woman. I don’t know, I’m even thinking... you know?" he commented, gesturing with his hand as if implying his brother might be gay. But Cassius re

Sean was staying at the villa tonight, and I helped him take a bath, attentively providing him with a spa treatment. The bathtub faced a floor-to-ceiling window, and the glass was one-way mirrored, allowing him to enjoy the view outside while bathing. "How many years have you been in this line of work?" "I can't remember, maybe two to five years?" "That's good. While you're still in good shape, you can find a good man to marry in the future." "With a man like you, Mr. Lawson, I'm afraid it'll be hard for me to be interested in anyone else."

“It feels wrong doing this to her. She is happy. Or at least she thinks she is. And you’re her husband. I can’t....i won’t, be part of something that makes me look like the villain.” Silence stretched between us. And then he spoke. “She’s not my wife. Not in the way you’re thinking.” I turned slowly. He straightened, arms unfolding. “It’s a marriage of agreement. Not love. Not affection. Not even intimacy.” I stared at him, confused. “What?”