Ruined Wife Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know. I just got jealous seeing her so close to you.” “It hurts, you know,” he said, voice low. “That my own wife thinks I’m some manwhore.” She looked away. “How am I supposed to trust you when you literally married me to ruin me and also took my father’s company, making us believe you were helping?”

“Two years, back when I was just carving out my first territory. She was there, beautiful, ambitious, but weak. She cheated, fucked some lowlife, took the money I’d entrusted her, and ran to Russia. That’s it. She’s nothing now.” I listened, my fingers tracing his jaw, feeling the truth in his detachment. “I know our world, tesoro,” I said, voice steady. “Women come and go in your bed, always have. Being your wife isn’t for the faint-hearted. I’m not some fragile thing who’ll break because of your past or your affairs. I know who I married, a don, a killer, a man who needs a woman as unbreakable as he is. The wife title isn’t just a ring; it’s a crown I wear with blood.”

I was the living proof of their pain. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. I realized then that I didn't just lose Liam. I lost myself. I didn't know who Maya was anymore. I wasn't the loyal wife. I wasn't the happy woman. I was just a collection of mistakes held together by skin and bone.

He smiled, rubbing his hand in satisfaction. “You become my wife”. His words hit hard. I stared at the high if then in disbelief. I pinched myself hard, hoping this was a dream so I could wake up from it already. But no!. This was reality. I was still in here almost suffocating. My father is still lying sick in bed, my mother crying profusely, and a smile on the face of a business associate who made a mad profit bagging me as a wife. “You used…”. “You used me as collateral “. I held my breast in shame refusing to settle into reality, my eyes filled with tears.

“You betrayed me. There’s a difference.” Didi laughed, sharp and mocking. “Oh please. Don’t flatter yourself. You were always easy to discard.” Vera took a step closer now, eyes blazing. “You slept with my husband,” she said coldly. “You helped my family erase me. You watched me disappear and smiled while doing it.” Her chest heaved. “So don’t stand there and pretend this was about winning. You’re just rotten.” Didi’s smile faltered—for half a second. Then it hardened.

Arabella Whitmore is gone. People posted messages of condolence. They remembered her as the fortunate woman who had married into the Ashcroft family. No one knew she had lived among them all this time, yet never truly been seen. No one knew that the face they once admired was broken — not only by the accident, but by the very people who should have protected her, and who had cast her aside so quickly. There was Leonard, spoken of as the grieving husband. Margaret, the grandmother mourning her loss. Even Vanessa was mentioned briefly, as a family friend sharing their sorrow.

“She’s damaged goods, Kai. A discarded wife from a weak family that couldn’t even hold onto their own merger. And you’re parading her around like some kind of trophy? Do you have any idea how this looks?” I closed my eyes, the words cutting deep. To everyone I was just a discarded wife of the Moretti family, the wife that couldn’t sustain her marriage and was thrown out by her family, the woman that is throwing herself at another powerful man because the other rejected her. They weren’t entirely wrong after all I was casted away by my family and I had lost everything. Kai’s reply was steady. “It looks like I’m doing what I want.”

“Now beg us to keep ruining you.” I looked up at my husband and his two brothers, body trembling, holes aching and full. “Please… ruin me more. Fill me again. Use your ruined bride however you want.” They descended on me once more — cocks hard, hands rough, ready to add even more cum to their already destroyed little bride. My wedding was supposed to be the start of a new life. Instead, it became the beginning of my endless ruin. And I was dripping, begging, and completely addicted to every second of it.

My eyes rolled back. “Aarghhh!” I bit the back of my hand as I peaked, my juices trickling down my thighs as my knees buckled. I had come shamelessly in front of the man who had just called me fragile. He watched every shudder, every spasm, without moving a muscle. I was damned. ******** CASSIUS I stood there, my hand still gripping the silk of her skin, watching the aftermath of her ruin. She was panting,her body still vibrating from the release, looking every bit the "fragile soul" I had claimed she was…only now, she was my fragile soul.

“I don’t want to become the reason you lose them.” Luca laughed once without humor while staring out toward the rain-dark city. “You really think this is about you.” That stung slightly. “Well considering your aunt called me unsuitable in front of forty people—” “She insulted someone I love.” He turned toward her sharply now. “This isn’t complicated.” Sienna stood too now, frustration finally surfacing beneath the guilt and anxiety twisting together inside her chest. “It is complicated.” “No, it isn’t.” “Yes, it is!” she snapped finally. “Because I’m not worth destroying your family over.”