Pretty Wives Novels & Stories

“Oh, that’s Lydia Aprice. She has been trying to bang President Smith for years already. The Aprices sure are shameless.” “I had heard that she is President Aprice’s second wife’s daughter. Like mother, like daughter.” Lydia, who had started fuming at the insults, did not get the sarcasm and smiled like a dummy at the last comment. She thought they were complimenting her by calling her similar to her mother. “Of course, I am just like my mother. We are both from the upper class, unlike this servant here.” She gloatingly spoke as she pointed at Liliana.

They look like a betrayal of a marital contract. Violetta thinks she won a grand victory because she cleared her mechanic's name and got my primary lapdog fired from the penthouse suite. She thinks she is safe and insulated behind the high, corporate walls of her new office. But she forgot that a divorce court doesn't care about software compliance, electronic valves, or internal company ledgers. It cares about optics. It cares about public degradation.

In my third year of being a stay-at-home dad, I come across a post online. "I want to divorce my husband, who stays home and takes care of our child full-time. I want custody, but our kid is completely attached to him. What should I do?" One commenter gives advice. "If your husband has been the primary caregiver the whole time, the court will probably award him custody to keep the child's living situation stable. "But since he's a stay-at-home parent, cut off his allowance and put pressure on him. If he won't compromise, take an overseas assignment for a couple of years. Don't contact him. Don't send him money. "Those early childhood caretaking years are the hardest anyway. You'll be av

Maybe the reason why I never had an interest in him, he has too many girls to handle. Also, he seem not mind me at all. That’s why when Jana and Maru became a couple, many girls envied her. She’s the only girl that Maru took notice and the only girl he courted. I was busy recalling our childhood days when I felt someone's warmth. I smile when my husband showing his affection to me. "I miss you wife!" I chuckled. "Liar! We just had our lunch!” He pouted. "But we are not alone at that time. We had an unwanted guest.”

Thankfully, Zivon was able to dodge in time, and after raising a slight brow, he was prompted to say, “Drink a bit slower…” Watching as the worried man began patting her back, Xavia couldn’t help but squint. Was he seriously not aware that he was the reason why she had accidentally spat out all that fruit tea?! Shaking her head, she then took the book from Zivon’s hand to read its header… ‘Pleasing your pregnant wife down to her soul. During pregnancy, women tend to be less sexually active. Here are a few tricks to-’ Slamming the book shut, the embarrassed woman then grabbed another book from Zivon’s pile… and to her dismay, this one was titled, ‘Getting your pregnant wife high.’ W-what were

The newlyweds Levi, JK from top to bottom, was in a joyful atmosphere. This month, Carwyn announced that all employees will receive double wages, as a gift from the president's wife to everyone. Since then, a news spread in JK, that the consort's wife had completely "conquered" the president. Having just got married, the president immediately promoted his wife's position in the hearts of everyone. In the Levi's mansion, Vera is preparing to go out. But that was a long time ago. Now that it's been so long, I didn't expect Mira Aura to remain unchanged, still so young and beautiful. The aura deposited over time has penetrated her bones and marrow, causing her whole body to radiate a kind of se

She held up the handwritten book titled “50 Ways to be Nice to Mr. Mitchell so he Won’t Drop You Like Yesterday’s Newspaper in Six Months.” “It’s your own „how-to-manual‟ on your husband,” Trevor said. “You got a good thing going. Don’t blow it.” He shoved a protesting Patty aside and sat next to her. “I personally think we did a good job. Just look at some of these pointers. Number one: don’t cook. Number two: smile. Number three: say hello when you see him.” “That one is mine,” Luke proudly announced. “Number four: compliment him on something you like about him.”

She was planning to marry, and Preston was his last fun before the last stop. “You don’t want to hear what she said?” “Whatever it was, I’m sure she was playing with words. You know Claudia. She was able to manipulate the press for years. She can do that with us too.” “She said that she had to take control of her life. She couldn’t control her feelings with you. That’s the reason why she didn’t want to be with you. Which by the way, is the marriage move? I think is a non sequitur.” Preston smirked with the term Nikolai was using. It’s even ironic how he is giving him this love advice. Nikolai is the last person on earth who should be handing out advice.

“You didn’t flinch too hard. That’s good. Fear is normal—but panic? That gets women like you eaten alive.” I stared at her, stunned, my pulse thundering in my ears. Sylvia slipped the hairpin back into her updo with an elegance that was different from the threat she had just delivered just a second ago. Her fingers were stable—too stable like she’d done this many times before. Like testing a new bride with a sharp object near her eye was just another tradition passed down with heirloom jewelry. She reached into her clutch and pulled out a small, leather-bound book—cream-colored, the title embossed in soft gold script—The Perfect Wife: Grace in the Eyes of Society.

Nina combs the doll's long blonde hair with her fingers, and her smile is full of expectation, "If she doesn't like these, I will buy them again until she likes them." Sunny pinches her face, "As expected, you are more maternal. I'm almost five months pregnant, and I haven't even bought a baby thing!" Nina glances at her, "Well, don't show off the love between you two. Who doesn't know that Peter Johnson has prepared everything for a long time. Moreover, your mother-in-law really dotes on you! Their love for you is something that even a princess can't have, and you should be called queen!"