Perfect Housewife Novels & Stories

Rolling her eyes she said. Again She went back to her old ways of thinking. That a female should live in this manner, that she should do this and that.In my mother's opinion, a perfect wife is one who can do all of these things, and keep her husband and his family happy even if she herself isn't happy. She should always think about them first even before herself. In her thinking a girl should always be mannered, well behaved, should know all the household works and stuff like that. And I'm not even 1% of this. Though I'm mannered and well behaved but not the way she wants.

she wanted more kids but due to complications she couldn't have anymore. Jane who is two years older than me was the example of a perfect life. She had it all. Rich parents, her own car , a pent house, the latest apple products, that included her phone, laptop, headphones , her boyfriend was the school football tema captain, rich friends. Yes her life was perfect, she only just had to snap her fingers and everyone would bow at her feet. She was the queen but to me, she was trash. Jane Mikealson was the the queen bee, anyone on their right minds didn't dare to cross her,she could ruin even the teachers both socially and mentally.

"I'm legitimately tired, Damon. I don't see why I have to keep this place perfect all the time. You have money. We can hire people to do this." I looked around the living room again. “But you were the one that suggested we dismiss them in the first place.” I stated. “Right? Did you forget?” “We should just rehire them, I can’t be cleaning and cooking all the time. Look at me Damon, look at my skin…l can’t be working all the time like a maid.” My mouth feel open and my eyes were going wild. When Hazel lived here, the mansion was always immaculate. Everything had its place. The floors gleamed. The furniture was arranged perfectly. There was a sense of order. Of care.

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"Ugh," Tukijo woke up and saw a luxury car stop beside him. Out came a beautiful, elegant woman with long flowing hair, accompanied by a bodyguard and her driver. She is Ningsih, the genius woman who managed to grow her father's company to the top. Rumors stated that she had killed her father for obtaining an inheritance, thus being branded as a violent woman. The woman took off her sunglasses and asked the driver, "Really, he lives here?"

I shook my head angrily as I watched, thinking of everything she went through in the place she once called home. The house was stunning to say the least, in a perfect neighbourhood with a perfect little white picket fence, and a garage to fit many cars, everything about the house was perfection. To the outside world, it was complete and utter perfection, everything you'd want from a home you would build with your significant other but not for the stunning woman sleeping in my passenger seat. No, you see that ethereal beauty, with her luscious brown curly tendrils, full lips, alluring eyes, bodacious body, and a charming personality... She went through hell in that "perfect" house.

Vanya POv I watched my husband kiss another woman while I lay dying in a hospital bed. But let me go back to how I got here, because this story starts with me being the perfect housewife who thought love meant sacrificing everything for people who never loved me back. "Bernard, honey, could you please help me carry these dishes to the dining room?" I called out sweetly from the kitchen, balancing three heavy plates in my arms while steam rose from the freshly cooked meal I'd spent two hours preparing.

“It’s hard to make the food I can eat tasty, but she always did. I don’t know what witchcraft she had to practice for it.” He poked at the food, and I could swear that I could see his eyes start to water. “She was a really good housewife too. The house was always clean when she was there, positively spotless. Everywhere I looked it felt like a model apartment, a house just ready for a photoshoot. I swear if we weren’t keeping the marriage a secret, I won’t have hesitated to call some lifestyle magazine to do a piece on the place because that’s how neat and stylish it was.”

I said "Okay fine we will talk about this later but before let's go to the park before those love birds send a search team for us. I met them in the park and they were so worried about you." "Okay, but before that, you care to explain when did you come from London and how did the interview go with Mr. Richie Rich?" I asked "Well, the interview went so well. I never thought he would be so down to earth. He is nothing like what the business magazines say about him. Honestly speaking, after reading those articles about him I was a little scared but he made me feel comfortable. He is such a gentleman."She said. Aditi is a journalist and currently, she has been assigned the business department fo

I ended up living in Sylvius's big mansion. The house is for ourselves as he released all his staff. Instead, he just hires a cleaning group to clean the entire house twice a week. It's as if I've become the mistress of his mansion, well, it's as if I already am, because he's still my daughter's husband. I'm now the one who cooks for us, and laundry is easy because of his high-tech automatic washing machine. Of course, my favourite thing of all is working in the garden.