Provocative Wife Novels & Stories

“My late ex husband, Noah Shaw, he was a very terrible man. A bully. He would beat me up for not having his meals ready at exactly six pm, and he would hit me with a belt for not having a spread out on the table for him, and that only happened when I was sick. He would also cheat on me, and he treated me worse than dirt beneath his usually doesn’t shoes. You can’t imagine.” Delilah shook her head. “How can a person be that cruel to his own wife?” “Oh, that was not even all. He refused to allow us to have children! He made me act all prim and proper and treated me like a child. He cheated multiple times and would still come back to me to break things and complain and transfer aggression. I st

“I am not ready.” I made her wait until I was done foaming the body wash on her delicate shoulders, then I gathered her hair in my fists and applied shampoo. When my silence greeted her, she looked at me over her shoulder. Her pissed face and red angry eyes glared at me. “If you want a child so much then why don’t you fuck some other woman and build a family with her. Why are you so adamant on tormenting me? First you stalked me, married me against my will and now you want to impose a child on me?” She blurted. Her lips wobbled. “I am your wife for fucks sake not a damn breeder.” Her eyes full of sweet anger. I agonised day and night to see her emotions other than fear—even if it was her ang

“He says we can’t live at home anymore.” “Is this how you act in front of a child?” I ask calmly. Daniel looks at me, his eyes full of hate, “You can have the whore and her bastard.” An evil smile tugs at the corner of his lips, “Wait, if you’re here? Where is your wife? Does she know about all this?” Trying to keep my voice neutral, I say, “Don’t worry about my wife. She’s an amazing woman.” “I’m sure she is. But does she like sleeping in a cold bed? A place in mine just became available.” Daniel taunts.

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.

I drop the fake whimpering instantly, my voice turning flat, venomous, and dangerously sharp. "You called me—your husband—to deliver a threat because of a glorified grease monkey? Is he really that good in bed, Violetta? Is that what this is? Has a few weeks in a cheap loft completely degraded your standards to the point where you're begging for a man who smells like exhaust fluid?" A sharp, audible breath hitches on her end of the line. I can practically feel the wave of disgust rolling through the phone, but before I can double down on the insult, her voice cuts back in, lower and deadlier than I have ever heard it in my entire life.

But I’m sure it will start functioning again when we emerge from the sex coma I’m aching to fuck us into. My wife, Mia Yilmaz, is extremely dangerous in ways she'll never understand, and I'm already overstepping my boundaries.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

“I’m sorry. Carlson’s been a little paranoid these past few years. He’s afraid that I’ll leave him. “What happened to us in the past traumatized him. Please don’t blame him.” Her first instinct was to apologize, and her second was to justify his behavior. I felt an indescribable sense of sorrow. He was the cause of all my sufferings. However, my wife, whom I had once loved deeply, chose the culprit who had hurt me.

“You old fool! How shameless could you be? Picking on a woman? What kind of man does that?” I had been holding back my anger for far too long. Back then, when Sloane ran off with him, I had not been there to confront him. How dare he be so disrespectful in my own home?! Before his hand could touch me, I clenched my fist and punched him square in the face. Wallace yelped in pain. He covered his nose and stumbled back a couple of steps. Blood seeped through his fingers. “What about you? Do you think stealing another man’s wife isn’t shameful? Do you think barging into someone’s home isn’t shameful? I never even got to settle things with you, and here you are, walking right into my house.”

The trauma she endured resurfaces, engulfing her in a whirlwind of discomfort and distress. ‘But know this, I am the woman of the house. I won’t let this marriage happen. If you try to go against me, Nora…trust me, I will make your life a living hell -” The juxtaposition of her current situation and the echoes of her past adds an additional layer of unease. The memories of being taken against her will intensify her discomfort, triggering a heightened sense of vulnerability and fear. The scars of her past experiences resurface, causing her to question her safety and well-being in the present moment.