Petite Wife Novels & Stories

Nora's smile fades slightly, realizing that her newfound privileges also come with certain expectations and limitations. Emily, taken aback by Karen's sternness, lowers her gaze and nods obediently. She understands that her request was out of line and that she needs to respect the established hierarchy within the household. As Emily silently exits the room, Karen takes advantage of the moment to assert her position. With a taunting smile, she approaches Nora, her words laced with a mix of superiority and condescension. She aims to remind Nora of the limits of her newfound status. "You may have this room in the mansion and become Terry Nashville's wife, but let me make one thing clear," Karen

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

Stacy stepped back a bit, although she couldn't see the woman's face or what she looked like, she could feel the deep hatred and resentment directed at her. Who exactly is this woman? “I'm sorry for disturbed your peace, I've come to find my husband, Xavier.” The woman suddenly burst into a scornful laughter, her voice sending shivers down Stacy's spine, She swallowed sharply. “You still dare to call him your husband, how pathetic.” She scoffed. Stacy frowned, now she was curious, it seems the woman knew her husband or, was she sent by Xavier? As this thought crossed her mind, she looked up to the woman, “Did Xavier send you here?”

She wore an oversized shirt and pajama bottoms far too big for her tiny frame. “There goes the wife,” she giggled, wiggling her fingers at me. “Anna...”

“I heard that she's the mother of Little master's classmate– that girl over there” “oh! that little girl? She's so sweet. She even gave me a candy a while ago– wait, could it be that our little master likes that little girl?” “What rubbish are you spewing? He's just a boy”. “I'm just kidding. However, I think the way the little master treats Miss Crowther is special. I heard from the maid who worked here before that the young master never brought a woman back home to the villa before; even his fiancee of six, five years doesn't even visit here that often”.

. Sophia leaned in, and her breath tickled Alice's ear. "Oh, nothitoo sinister," she said. "I simply can't wait to see how this little.arrangement of yours plays out." Sophia vanished into the crowd before Alice could answer, leaving her sister with a palpable sensation of unease. As the night progressed, Alice felt increasingly overwhelmed by the constant attention and weight of her new status as Arnold's wife. She missed the quiet of her last confinement, where she had been able to find moments of serenity despite the anguish. When the guests had left and Alice was alone with Arnold, she experienced a surge of panic. He approached her, his eyes shining with predatory need, and she knew the

F*ck, he could not tolerate seeing his wife with ANY man. But this day, it was different. Proserpina was looking as lovely and youthful as ever, with no makeup, her hair in a high ponytail with tendrils falling around her face, adding to the appeal she carried around unconsciously. Her T-shirt was large but she had casually knotted it, unaware that it brought out the heaviness of her full breasts. Lucien’s breathing had quickened as he watched the small, curvaceous figure in the cutoff jeans. It had not helped when Simon DeCosta, a new dealer, who had been with him in the study, had asked him in some interest who the young woman was. When Lucien had growled and told him it was his wife, the

Every time he opened his eyes, the sight of his wife's innocent face that he saw. Amayra Catra, the girl who has the status of his wife looks comfortable asleep in Inder's arms, her hands are wrapped around Inder's waist, and her smooth legs are wrapped around the legs of the man who has become her husband. "Good morning, Honey" Inder whispered in Amayra's ear. Her hand stretched out to remove the strands of Amayra's hair that covered her beautiful face. "Five minutes left, Dad" Amayra said not too clearly in a slightly hoarse voice, her eyes still closed reluctant to get up. The girl could still hear Inder's voice vaguely in a semi-conscious state.