Runaway Wife Novels & Stories

"I've been dreaming of this moment for three years. Three years I've put up with your sad face, your lack of class, your bland cooking, your empty belly. Oh, forgive me — now it's full?" She laughs cruelly. "You think a child will change anything? Even your baby doesn't deserve to have a wreck like you for a mother." I clench my fists. I want to scream. But I don't even have that left. "Gather your rags and get out. You're finished. You are OUT. Even your husband doesn't want you anymore. He told me last night while he was fucking YOUR SISTER. And you know what? She, at least, doesn't scream like a corpse."

I said, holding Casey tighter against my chest as I met his angry glare with complete calm, "you still think your family name and your money make you untouchable in this city, but you have no idea who you are dealing with anymore." "I know exactly who I am dealing with," Cassian scoffed, taking another step forward into the elevator cab, his eyes shifting from me down to Casey, who buried his face into my shoulder to avoid looking at him. "I am dealing with my runaway wife who came back after six years with another man's kid, trying to intimidate me in my own building."

"Didn't you say you never saw her? Whose stuff is this?" "I-I…" Anthony walked out of the room with an intimidating aura. Ivan let go of the woman. Anthony looked at the woman with his sharp obsidian eyes, saying, "She's my wife, and she ran away from home without telling me after our fight." Even though Anthony's voice was low and calm, the woman still felt chills in her heart. Then, she answered, "Um…s-she said she came to travel, so I took her in, and she gave me money…I don't want the money anymore. You can take it..."

Who would not want to know if their hard work was in vain. Little brat thinks she can make everyone suffer for her and then she goes like the boss there. I had done these things years ago so she should not try to play me. That was a quick reminder to me. I had to meet my parents and tell them about my marriage plans and how everything was going to take place. I do not want that snitch to get out of the house anymore, now she would be known as my wife fully. With that thought I got out of the office and drove away to my father's estate. Clara could come up with another plan of running away this time, I do not want that to happen.

I closed my eyes and forced myself to breathe. Elena’s face flashed through my mind again. The way she looked at me through the glass in that detention room. The moment she realized I wasn’t going to believe her. I had done that. Every bit of it. I pulled out my phone with unsteady fingers and dialed Marco. “Prepare the jet,” I said. My voice was steady again now, but it carried something darker underneath. “We’re going to Switzerland.” A brief pause. Then I added quietly, “I’m bringing my wife home.”

Elena deserved every bit of that affection . But watching him like this still hurt. watching him and knowing to him she would always be the wife he never wanted. Kate turned back to the counter, as she wiped her hands on a kitchen towel. She told herself she was used to this. Told herself it didn’t matter. She had been invisible long before she became his wife. Her mind went back, as it often did in moments like this, back to where it all began. Kate hadn’t always lived in a mansion. She had been an orphan—young, frightened, and carrying everything she owned in a small, bag when she first stepped into the Mason family estate. She remembered clinging to the edge of the doorway, afraid to brea

But still, her trembling fingers hesitated before flipping it open. And there it was. Her worst nightmare in black ink. A marriage certificate. Her name—Seraphina Devereaux. His name—Lucian Devereaux. The proof that no matter how far she had run, she had never truly been free. A sharp gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it. Lucian tilted his head slightly, his gray eyes darkening with something unreadable. "You’re still my wife, Seraphina. And I’m taking you back."

he asked, confused. "No, actually, my wife ran away to another country. I don't even know how to find her." "She ran away from you?" he asked, surprised. "Yes, I kept her locked up, but that woman is a pervert. Don’t come tell me she’s a saint. After all, Layane liked to watch naked men. She didn’t cheat, but that made me uneasy. But seriously, if you weren’t married, you’d get along with her sister, Layla. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, but she's also married. Then there's Laysa, the hot one... for Cassius. But the big guy there doesn’t care about any woman. I don’t know, I’m even thinking... you know?" he commented, gesturing with his hand as if implying his brother might be gay. But Cassius re

When she checked, it was an unknown number, but from the content, she already knew who it was. "Well well, So your daughter ran from me to Austin Richard. Wow, nice choice.. the bastd was even claiming to be her husband at the hospital.. anyways, I've given you and your ass hole of a husband enough time, get back my wife to me, else! I'll suck the fcking life out of your family. Between, the fact that she went with Austin Richard even makes me more keen to have her. I was trained to not loose what's mine to anybody, even when they are the richest in the country." She shook, gulping down a saliva.

“She’s my wife. She ran away after our fight, and I still don’t know where to find her. If anyone sees her, please call me using my personal number. Just make sure it’s legit because if not, you’ll face the consequences.” Damn! “And another thing, there will be a reward for anyone who can bring my wife to me. Whatever you want—a yacht, an airplane, anything.” What am I, a runaway convict?! There’s a reward?! That perverted jerk! What the heck!