Robb Stark Wife Novels & Stories

"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.

Robert looked up and gazed at Thorne, "But I had so little to leave for my children." William said, "Don't forget, he was your son and also Jade's husband. Jade was the richest woman in the Capital, could she let him suffer?" Robert opened his mouth and thought to himself: Thorne is suffering from an illness, and without a strong background or financial support, he must be quite passive in his marriage. I wonder if he will be despised by his wife.

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.

she whispers, "that's not possible." "I felt it," I insist, "my father felt it too, it's real." "I already have someone," she says. Her voice breaks, "I love someone else." "The vampire," I say gently, "I know, I heard about it." "Stark," she says. Just saying his name makes tears roll down her face, "his name is Stark, and I love him, I love him more than anything." "I understand," I say, and strangely, I do, the bond is there, but her heart clearly belongs to someone else, "but right now, we need to focus on keeping you alive, we can sort out the rest later."

Rebecca, Caroline's Aunt, swore to snatch the wolf soul of that werewolf who would have done this with her niece. "Kane!! You played the presentation that you should have played later." Artemis said casually, looking at his assistant, who was clueless about it but still maintained a face that he had done this CRIME of disrespecting his boss's wife. "Anyways, now that this presentation is already in front of you. I want to let everyone know why I called my wife my lucky charm." "Everyone present knows that how Weasley and Haysbert are families connected by Sophia Weasley Haysbert and Oliver Weasley because of the sibling's bond but only one person except me know that full name of my wife befo

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Then he leaned closer, whispering, “Oh—Mr. Roberts? That’s his first wife. Rumor says he never married the other sister.” “What sister?” “Aaliyah.” “Mhm.” I murmured as I finally flipped open the file. The first thing I saw? No recent stamp. I turned the pages, my stomach twisting. Nothing. No updates. No divorce decree. We were still legally married. Oh Lord. I was still Rodrigo’s wife. Like… what?!

Camila spoke in an annoyed tone, “This is all your fault, Roby! You should have just let Natasya die back then.” “Mom! Don’t say that!” Roby snapped. “Natasya is my wife and Erik’s mother. I don’t want anything bad to happen to her.” “You’re still defending her!” Larisa shot back, jealousy burning inside her as she saw that Roby still seemed to love Natasya. Roby rubbed his face harshly, then stared at the dusty wall. His life used to be filled with comfort. The main house, complete facilities, servants, cars—everything was provided.

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.

I never once imagined he would cheat on me behind my back. A flicker of panic crossed Davis' face. His eyes darted away, avoiding mine. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Instead, Sonia Robertson walked up with two glasses of red wine in hand. "Mrs. Stark, please don't be upset," she said lightly, as if nothing were wrong. "Mr. Stark knows you can't have children, so he only asked me to carry two heirs for him. This won't affect your position as Mrs. Stark at all."