Perfect Housewife Novels & Stories

He pointed at me again. "What did I do wrong? I've tried to be a good wife. I cook for you every day, I clean this house, I..." "You cook for me every day? Do you think that's what I need? A wife whose cooking tastes good? I need a woman who makes me proud when I bring her to office events. Not a fat woman who doesn't know how to take care of herself." He pulled out his phone from his pocket, opened something, then turned the screen toward me. A photo of a woman. Beautiful, slim, with long wavy black hair, flawless fair skin, and a perfect smile.

The Elizabeth family's house is different from the Levi's, the Levi family lives in a suburb away from the bustling city, occupies a very large area, and is extremely quiet. And the Elizabeth family lives in a villa in the center of Y city. Grainne arrived in front of the Elizabethan mansion, hesitated for a moment, then rang the bell. Soon someone opened the door. The one who opened the door was an old woman about fifty or sixty years old, slightly fat, wearing a pair of old glasses with strings, her hair was carefully combed behind her head, looking like a very neat and strict person. She ran her eyes over Grainne's body and let her in. The old woman just took her into the house and said:

The Huxx's were a busy family but they always made time for each other. I know that they run an important investment business and they're busy maintaining their standard of living. The Huxx family is a family of five. Xavier and his wife, Penelope, Oden's mother have three children. We are all well affiliated with Xavier, so I shall introduce Penelope first. Penelope is the kindest person in this home. She has always been like a mother to me and has played a major role in helping me accept myself for who I was. She treated me like I was her actual child and has never let me feel like an outsider.

Elly told him, flashing him a smile before turning away from him to pack up the things she had used to treat his wounds. Greg unconsciously lowered his gaze to check the outfit out on his body, liking her compliment but brushed off the thought again, hating himself for blushing, still reminding himself about how unfair it was to his late wife. “You have a beautiful house Elly,” Greg said and decided to ask her how she got to own the house. “Pardon me but are you not too young to own such a house?” Greg asked, trying his best to sound polite.

It was a feeling she couldn't explain, a feeling that whispered something was coming, something that would test their marriage in ways neither of them could imagine. She didn't know that somewhere else in New York, a woman named Sophia Reed was about to step into their lives. She didn't know that once Sophia did, her world, the one she had built with her own hands, her own heart, and her own sacrifices, would never be whole again.

In a mere few weeks, she had become my wife in every way that matters. Every night with her was fucking amazing. The way she wanted me... it was unreal. I had never been this impatient and desperate before, and I couldn't get enough of her. I was half-tempted to skip work so I could keep her in bed the way I had been dreaming of, but unfortunately for me, my wife was far busier than I would ever be. It filled me with a strange sense of peace and comeliness. My heart skipped a beat when she strode out of the shower in nothing but a skimpy towel. Did she fucking do that intentionally everytime?

The dress was adorned with delicate lace, intricate beadwork with a touch of sparkle and sophistication. Her hair was styled in a cascading curl, adorned with a veil that frames her radiant face, her makeup was soft and naturally enhancing her features and highlighting her glowing complexion. She looked at herself in the mirror and she smiled as she realized her dream of having a perfect family was about to come true.

and walked toward the entrance ahead of him, her heels resonating on the stone path with deliberate steps. Inside, the living room resembled a setting from a high-end interior design magazine. Towering ceilings loomed overhead, adorned with ornate chandeliers that filled the area with a soft golden glow. Luxurious sofas surrounded a sleek fireplace, while modern art decorated the walls. “You’ve got an amazing house,” Amelia stated, her tone flat as she assessed the room. “And it’s impressive that you live here alone.” Jake chuckled lightly, stepping closer. “I appreciate the compliment. But I won’t be alone for much longer—now that you’re here.”

Someone even grabbed my handlebars and shouted, "Mr. Quinn! Ms. Pearce waited six whole years for you. Isn't your reaction a bit cold? Are you rushing off because you feel guilty facing the ex-wife who paid off all your debts?" "Enough!" Shirley stepped forward, her eyes turning teary as she looked at me with that devoted expression, her voice trembling. "Marcus, I came to take you home." My knuckles turned white gripping the handlebars, veins bulging on the back of my hand. The other delivery drivers around us had all stopped working, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes full of envy and jealousy. "Marcus is always so quiet, but his ex-wife is actually that loaded." "She's not just an

Tears welled in her eyes, but she swiftly brushed them away. "I might have lost his love, I might have lost being someone he loves, but I can never lose being his wife to that fraud. I can't lose the comfort, connection, and financial security his wife will bring to my family's company," Flora muttered to herself, abandoning the facade of innocence. With clenched fists, she crossed the threshold, overhearing David's conversation with his mother.