Petite Wife Novels & Stories

Laughter erupted between them, light and healing. Just then, August peeked his head in. “Ah, so you’re the one delaying her, Chisom.” “Ahh! Bro August, abeg o! My hand no dey inside.” Chisom raised her palms in mock surrender. She rose from the bed and dusted off her dress. “I should be going. It looks like Mr. Romantic wants to take his beautiful wife out. Let me not interfere.” “Love you, babe,” Emelia called after her. “Love you more!” Chisom blew her a kiss before leaving.

Moreau introduced the woman beside him, a lovely smile plastered on his face as he gazed at her with eyes full of affection. "Pleasure to meet you as well, Mrs. Moreau." "Nonsense! Mrs. Moreau makes me sound old. I prefer being called Vivienne." She replies with a warm smile plastered on her face. "Very well then, Vivienne." I spent some time observing both the husband and the wife as they interacted. Mr. Moreau, who appeared to be in his early forties, had an even more regal appearance. He has light brown hair and is tall and attractive as well. His wife, however, is fair and very delicate-looking, with auburn hair and startling green eyes. I'm assuming she was in her forties.

I stopped writing for some minutes glaring at my portrait on the wall and I wondered how miserable my once beautiful face would look the day I finally become Kayne's little wife. I address being his wife as "little wife" because marrying him doesn't make me his companion or helper just like every wife is regarded to be, but it rather makes me an object, just doing what he wants and whatever I want never counts. Finally I was done writing, I parked my books into my bag, I took a deep breath, I felt totally relieved that I actually wrote it faster than I expected I could most importantly I made sure that all the answers I gave to each question was correct.

She and Mariel were going to be Amaya's little bride while Aiden and Alex were Edward's little groom. Mariel already arrived in the same Versace dress as Alexia and the same hair style but Alexia killed it more with her unique eyes making everyone droll on the little girl's beauty which was what Damien hated the most. "Whose daughter is she?" A woman asked as she saw Alexia with little Mariel hugging each other. " Wait...the CEO of Willington is married? look the girl is calling him daddy," another woman said for a little whisper to be heard as the children stood with their parents.

Chapter 2 *BRITTANY’S POV* Wyatt Hayden. A 26th year old billionaire. Owns Wyatt company. Net worth 23.2Billion. Relationship status- single. ______ I groaned, taking my eyes off my phone. Why the hell am I going through Hayden’s biography. “You need to know about your husband, duh!” My subconscious said. “Eww! He isn’t my husband..he is...” I stopped when I realized I’m talking to myself.

Noah says as he completely unzips her dress, causing the dress to move downwards, revealing a white shoulder. “And still,” He continues. “this house belongs to me. Nobody is going to walk on in and see us, and accuse us of indecent behavior. Stop being such a prude, Natalia.” Prude. The word registers itself in Natalia’s head. She had been called that earlier today by Wendy. Now Noah too. “I am not a prude, my attractive husband.” She says as she drags the waistband of his trousers and pulls him even closer to herself.

“Awn, don’t be jealous sunshine don’t worry about her she’s a nobody.” “Why didn’t you say anything when she kissed you?” “Oh, that wasn’t a kiss baby, too jealous, huh?” She teased; “but like I said, don’t worry about h. S she’s a nobody.” She told her and pecked her lips. Danielle excused herself to get drinks for Janette when two women walked up to her. “Hey, we saw you with our friend just a few seconds a. A are you her new mistress?” The one in pink short gown spoke first. New mistress? Janette looked at them. Perhaps she could just keep quiet and pretend they weren’t there, but she suddenly remembered what Jackson said about her social etiquette. “I’m not her mistress. I’m her w-wife,

" I said and walked out of the house. ****** Sophie and I got married yesterday. It was a very private wedding strictly for immediate family members only. The private wedding was my idea which my parents and grandmother readily agreed to since it was the only condition I gave for the wedding to happen between us. I have never seen my so-called "wife" before in my life. The first time I saw her was on the altar yesterday and I must say she's beautiful and so young but, she isn't my type. She's isn't up to the standard of women I like, she's below par. Immediately I saw her yesterday, I knew this wasn't going to work. I only did this out of the respect I have for my grandmother. Infact, I owe

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

I tell her. She frowns. “What’s up…” “I need Simone Wells. David’s brother wants to hire someone to be his Fiancée until he gets his promotion…" I explain. Her frown deepens. “And you’re sure Simone could, do it?” she asks. “She’s one of the only women we have that could pass as a doctor’s wife…” I remind her. “Rather send in. Quinn Daily.” She says. I bite my lip. Quinn was gorgeous, long blonde locks, sea blue eyes her entire face was made to be a model. The only problem we had with her was that her clients always fell in love with the role she played.