Petite Wife Novels & Stories

She turned her head around, paused picking up some earrings to match up with her night dress for the gala dinner that night. She looked away when Curtis threw the magazine on the couch next to her. “What you know about it?” he stared at his wife. Susan smirked. “He’s dating a model, Emma Smithson. She used to be a girl friend of Gabrièl Pinot.” Curtis turned his head to his wife, he spread out his arms on the couch. “Who is he?” “The owner of one of the famous womenswear around the world.” His wife stopped picking up the accessories and she showed him the ones she chose with a gown she was going to wear.

He knew exactly what this woman was up to. "Huh?" Emma Willis looked bewildered, "You're married?" "You just arrived in H city, right? If anyone who knows me would know that I've been married for a long time. My wife was a young and outstanding businesswoman honored by this city. Now, she has shifted to directing and is equally talented." He raised his eyebrows and looked at Emma Willis with a warning expression. The tone boasting about his wife was filled with pride, and the corners of his mouth curled up a satisfied laugh.

She lay on her stomach, sheets twisted around her hips, scrolling lazily through her phone, lips pursed in faint amusement as she read the blogs. “They’re calling her your wife,” she said. "Mrs Anderson.” Thomas didn’t respond. “She’s trending,” Paige continued lightly. “That’s impressive for someone so…inadequate.” She leaned back as she spoke, her tone careless, almost playful, but there was a glint of satisfaction beneath it. “Mildred is coming,” he said flatly, the words, dropped like a weight between them. Paige’s smile slipped. Her hand stilled mid-movement, shoulders drawing in slightly.

“And who’s this?” Camilla stepped forward, her voice steady. “Camilla. His wife.” Silence. For a brief moment, Celine’s perfect expression cracked, but she recovered quickly, letting out a small laugh that didn’t sound genuine. “Right. Of course. The wife.” Adrian’s tone was even. “Celine, this is Camilla. Camilla, Celine.” Camilla nodded politely. “Nice to meet you.” “The pleasure’s mine,” Celine replied, smiling too sweetly. Her eyes lingered on Camilla a moment longer, as though she were sizing her up.

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

“It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?” “Krystal wears the pants in the house. She built the business from scratch and grew the empire to what it is today. What’s wrong with having a couple of flings on the side? Instead of keeping the issue behind closed doors, he rocked up here and confronted her over the issue.” Amid the scuffle, I was kicked to the ground. Then came a bottle of wine, emptied onto me. “It’s only right to chill him out a bit.” Bottle after bottle of red wine was poured over my head, and I was utterly drenched and humiliated.

They never lasted, and they never even got to the stage of being his wife—even if it was a fake one, but I did. It felt like an achievement. It was like doing reputational insurance that other women never got to experience. “I'm his first wife,” I repeated it to myself like I was casting some evil spell. “I'm his first wife.” It was indeed an achievement. I buried myself in those thoughts till darkness covered the sky and I didn't even realise. That evening, Alex got back happy. It was a rare scenario. “My beautiful darling,” he uttered. My brows were furrowed in confusion. He never added any endearments to my calling.

She looked very inferior. Felicite is Sir Lucas's sister's daughter and is now her cousin. As for Felicite's mother, she should be called Auntie. Her Auntie married earlier. She married a man who was not very promising. She was a teacher who taught in a school and was not very motivated. Even in school, she was not the type to collect bribes or ask for unmerited promotions. This altitude made her inferior to the others who considered her poor, and her husband was not earning a white-collar job. Everyone called her poor.”

Her gaze drifted wistfully over the manicured gardens below, where dew-kissed petals danced in the gentle breeze, a picturesque tableau of tranquility. To the outside world, she was the epitome of grace and sophistication, the beloved wife of the esteemed CEO, Alexander Montague, who has continuously earned the yearly award for best Entrepreneur five time in a row. Theirs was a union envied by many, a love story that seemed destined for eternity. Yet, beneath the façade of marital bliss, a shadow lurked, threatening to shatter the illusion of perfection.

Mrs Winter walked over to Baby Felix in Bi Minnie's arms. Ruby approached Patricia and greeted her, but still with an unfriendly face. Meanwhile, Dominic looked meaningfully at Patricia. Her eyes moved from top to bottom, Patricia was indeed fuller because she was breastfeeding. "Introduce, I'm Dominic!" He held out his hand with a lustful grin. "Patricia, Dimitri's wife." Patricia replied. "No need to say who do you belong to?" "Just reminding people who easily forget themselves." Patricia answered fearlessly. Dominic's smile appeared "I thought you were just an innocent woman who happened to meet Dimitri."