Robb Stark's Wife Novels & Stories

"Then why are you here now? You let me go to them, and now I am married to the son of that family. He loves m----" "That's your misconception!" She flinched when he cut her off. He gulped gritting his teeth. "That cruel beast can never love you," She scoffed clenching her jaw. "If he's cruel then what you are? At least he didn't abandon me, that family raised me and their son married me even after you threw me away. Even after this if he's cruel then what are you?" Stark gulped nodding his head. "You're right, I am a coward, selfish greedy man who didn't care about you. But if you think he's any better then I have to admit he manipulated you well." She frowned at his words.

She had short black hair reaching her shoulders and bangs falling over her face. “Hi. I am Eliza Edison. Luke's wife?” She added quickly, seeing my confused expression. “Hi, Eliza. I am Astrid—” “Starkov, I know. And I still can't believe Mr. Starkov is married. That man has no heart, I tell you. Oops, sorry to say that about your husband..” Her words made a frown form on my face. It seems like Luke hasn't told her the nature of our marriage. I'll have to be careful not to slip up.

"Where is he going today?" ​"To the office. The real one," Ava said, watching my reaction closely. "He mentioned taking you there later. I’d advise you to put on some actual clothes and wipe the 'I just fell in love with my step-villain' look off your face before he gets back." ​"I am not in love with him!" I shouted, the effort making my head throb again. ​"Keep telling yourself that," Ava said, walking toward the door. She paused, looking back over her shoulder. "By the way, Arya Stark survives. But she doesn't do it by crying into a man's neck. She does it by becoming someone else."

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

No wonder she had incredible bloodlust. Debby stopped walking when she was an arm’s length from the lady. She took in the appearance of the lady and smiled. “But then, why do you care if we have proof you killed the former Mrs. Stark? I’m about to ask you to kill her daughter so that’s of no concern to me. We’d both be murderers.” The woman’s eyes enlarged. Kill Arya? “Why?” “You said you hate her, didn’t you? She married a big shot suddenly. Didn’t it infuriate you how happy she’d be living?” Debby asked.

Wife? My eyes moved to the casket and then the mystery woman beside me. I couldn't blink. She? Killian's wife? This was a nightmare! She didn't waste a second more on me before she turned to the crowd. “Why hasn’t anyone asked to see the body?” her voice was very loud. “That's his wife?" I heard someone in the crowd murmur. “Shit. Shit. Shit." I cursed under my breath. Sansa Vale. That was her name. My son's wife. The woman I couldn't forget.

“Besides, hasn’t Director Hart finished the meal? The quality of the meal isn’t solely dependent on the food itself because the person bringing it to him is important too.” “Did you say that she is the daughter of the Stark Family?” Ivy looked utterly upset at that point. She caught onto Leo’s explanation earlier and she squinted at him. “I recall that the Stark Family has two daughters. The older one is married to the Chase Family whereas the younger one is single. Is she the younger one?” “The older one,” he answered indifferently. “What?” Ivy’s voice subconsciously rose. The older daughter of the Stark Family is already married. If she’s with Director Hart right now, it means that…

She was dizzy and needy and so far gone. “So,” Rob continued, his voice low and rough. “Are you my slut wife?” She moaned, barely able to nod. Her breath was ragged. She didn’t trust herself to speak. “I said,” Rob growled, his hand tightening in her hair. “Are you my fucking slut wife?” “Yes,” she whispered. Then louder. “Yes… I’m your slut wife.” “Good,” Rob said, releasing her hair and smacking her ass hard enough to make her gasp. “Then get on your fucking knees, bitch. Show Tony what a great cock sucker you are. Show him how much you want my cock.”

he offered as an excuse, having no other valid one, because while he was entangled with his lover, his wife was giving birth and their child was dying. "And to hell with that, Robert! You have a lover, and that's clear to all of us. Do you think I haven't seen you with her? You kept my sister locked up, while you paraded her around the whole damn country, shamelessly holding her hand. But I swear to everything I hold dear, you will pay for what you've done!" she threatened. "I want to see my wife, where is she?" "Now you have a wife?" she arched an eyebrow and twisted her mouth as she spoke, hearing that ridiculous statement from Robert. "Now she's your wife, isn't she?"

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?