Robb Stark's Wife Novels & Stories

I said calmly, “You are Stacy. My wife died long ago. You even handled the cremation yourself.” She stared at me in disbelief. “How can you not recognize me? I am Wendy. Stacy is the one who died!” Hearing that made my heart sink even deeper. So, she knew everything, yet she chose to pretend and watched me become a widower. I said coldly, “How could I fail to recognize my own wife? You’re not her. No matter how alike you look, you are not the same person. She is gone. Why are you using her name to commit atrocities?”

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.

My hands shot up, and I signed in a fluster of quick, confused motions. “What are you talking about?” Stacy only grinned, as though she had been waiting exactly for this reaction. She folded her legs under herself and sat, facing me, her eyes filled with mischief. “I said what I meant.” She tapped my knee lightly. “King Cassian Veyraith is your husband. And you…” She pointed to my chest with such certainty that it made my breath catch. “You are his wife, Liora.” That title stirred something deep in my chest. Heat rushed up to my neck as my cheeks turned red, making me look like the most embarrassing tomato in the world.

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.

"Your wife comes from a family of thieves. Giving such a last name to someone like that will be the way to your downfall. ” “ Thank you for caring, ”Theo told her coldly. However, his indifference only upset her even more. "Women like her don't calm down until they take your soul. You will regret that you did not take me as a wife ", said Otrovnica and took a step away from him. That's why Theo had to approach her so that only she could hear his answer.

"I'm Nicole Riddle, the Chairperson of the Riddle Corporation. I'm also Jared Johnston's wife. Five years ago, we got registered in Panem, but there was no wedding ceremony. As for those two kids you mentioned..." Nicole paused for a moment before she continued speaking, sounding casual, "They're our kids." It was as if thunder had struck. Iris widened her eyes in disbelief. "What did you say?" "Th-That's impossible! You've to be lying! That's impossible!" Iris shook her head with all her might. She could not believe it. "The reason why I told you all this is for you to come to your senses. Your one-sided love is a huge joke. It also shows how pathetic you are."

James commanded. "I am sorry, but I can't come over to your room right now" she replied. "And why not"? He asked "I have an emergency, My son broke his ankle this morning, and I am taking him to the hospital." She replied. "I don't care what happened to your son, all I need is to see you in my room right now" James retorted with fury. "And I don't care about your damme feelings, I will take care of my son first.", Catherine yelled back. She too was getting tired of his troubles.

I looked between him and Baylor wondering what was going on. “Liana Stark. I, Drogo Velaryon, in front of everyone present and under the goddess's blessings ask you to join with me and be my mate?” “What?!” I shrieked in horror. My life was doomed.

I nodded. “Then what the hell is going on!” She snapped. “Oh! I like her already,” the witch giggled. “Looks like dominance and yells run in the bloodline of the Starks. Never disregard rumors you know.” I turned to the witch with wide eyes.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.