Perfect Housewife Novels & Stories

It was a home. And the first thing Liviana had thought when she seen it- when she realized it was more than just a pile of nuts and bolts and some wood, was that she wanted that. Liviana, much like her husband, grew up in a very nice house. It was modern and bright, remodeled nearly every year to fit all the latest trends and architecture. Everyone called it beautiful, fancy, elegant. It was pretty and next to perfect, but there was always something missing.

~ Seraphina ~ The morning light in the Vale penthouse was always the same: cold, expensive, and unforgiving. It hit the white marble of the breakfast island with a clinical brightness that made my eyes ache. This was the "perfect" life I had curated for seven years—a museum of high-end finishes and low-grade dread. I sat across from Adrian, my fingers curled around a porcelain teacup. The liquid inside was lukewarm, a bitter Earl Grey that matched the stagnant air in the room, but I didn't care. I was too busy maintaining the mask—the practiced, serene expression of the perfect wife who was supposed to be oblivious to the fact that her world was currently a minefield.

By the time the rest of us stumbled out of bed, she had already prepared breakfast, set the table, and even started cleaning, as if proving her worth with every chore she completed. And after she got married? She became even worse. It was as if being a wife had amplified her need for perfection. Her house was always spotless, meals prepared with care, and she never allowed herself a moment of rest. She played the role of the ideal wife with precision, as though she believed love was something earned through effort rather than simply given.

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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?"

She wiped the tea stains from the mahogany table and rearranged the remaining coasters with practiced ease. Xavier watched her. He looked at this woman who, only hours ago, had been a wild, brilliant force on the racetrack, hair flying and eyes full of fire. He remembered her lethal focus with a rifle. Now, here she was, wearing a simple apron, acting the part of a virtuous, quiet wife. She was a high-society heiress who could have spent her life being served, yet she did everything—from racing to housework—with a terrifying level of perfection.

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.