Runaway Wife Novels & Stories

Ralph sucked Rara’s bottom lip between his teeth as his hands strayed from her hips to the upper part of her thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. "Understand something," Ralph growled lowly against her lips. "You’re now our wife, no longer a daughter or sister but ‘ours’.” As one hand held her thigh, the other crept one hand held her thigh, the other crept up her flat stomach and possessively grabbed her plump bare breast. "I did you a favour. Your whore of a sister was eventually going to betray you, topolìno. This world is fucking selfish, it wouldn’t think twice before eating you up, then why are you feeling remorse for a wench who was ready to kill you to save her skin." Ralph continue

Perhaps her husband spent time with the woman who was now in his arms. Unable to stay any longer, Maya stood up and ran as fast as she could to leave the place where the cursed act took place. Maya didn't know what was really happening. Who was the woman who was currently having sex with her husband? Why did her husband marry her? When he loved another woman... The pain and heartache that Maya felt would not be healed by anything. Her wounds were so deep. No one could heal them. She even no longer knew what she wanted right now. She just ran and ran away from that cursed place as far as possible.

I silently listened. “I’ve always wanted a happy little family and for a moment, I had it but it passed on quickly after my wife died. All that was left for me was Lucia and in a bid to keep her safe, I’d been too harsh on her and by a twist of fate, she fell into the arms of that Reid’s boy. It was the last time I ever saw her. She loathed me so I tried to allow her to find her happiness. If only I knew I’d lose her too, I’d have fought tooth and nail to keep her with me and find another path to happiness for her, but then, I’d thought giving her the free will to be away from me to find her own happiness was the only way to make her grow to love me again as she’d once did when her mother wa

"How useless! It's almost three years since you married but you never get pregnant!" her mother-in-law, Valentine Miller, crudely said as she eyed her figure. "Well I guess that's a good thing, you aren't worth it to bear my grandchildren after all. Without children, it will also be easier for my son to divorce you once he got tired of you." The family of Phoebe's husband never liked her, specially her mother-in-law who seems to be wishing for their divorce the moment she married her son.

“That’s why you didn’t marry this man. I mean, I assume you didn’t because you’re living in Portland and vacationing here alone.” “Oh, no, Brian. I couldn’t marry him. Once I was left alone in the dressing room at the country club, my mind began to churn. I couldn’t imagine being married to a man like that – or him being the father of my children. My future children and I deserved better. I grabbed my bag and ran outside before anyone saw me. I . . . commandeered a golf cart all the while wearing my wedding dress and got off the grounds as fast as I could. My grandfather had taught me how to drive a golf cart ages ago,” she explained. She continued on with her story of how she escaped New Yo

“How kind of you to join us.” Every gaze sharpened. I felt like an exhibit. The silence stretched, then someone laughed. Someone else spoke. And the room slowly returned to life. But the looks didn’t stop. They were curious, judging and hungry. Everyone knew. They knew that I was the woman who had run, the woman who had disappeared. The woman who ‘died.’ The woman who came back with a child. The Drakov heir. “So that’s her.” A woman whispered to the man next to her.

🎁🎁VIVIAN🎁🎁 As soon as she stepped out of the bookstore, she shuffled through her handbag to get a hold of her phone. I needed to call the police right away. She needed to tell them who she had just seen. Jasamina McCully. The run-away wife of Ludale McCully. The wife of the state's congressman and a multi-millionaire who had absconded from home and had her husband searching frantically for her. And their baby.

It crashed hard, splintering near the baseboard. “You think she loves you?” she screamed. “She’s just another social climber! Look at her! She latched onto you because she had no other options. If you hadn’t been there, she would’ve moved on to the next name in the headlines. Don’t you get it? She’s a whore!” I stopped. Leo did too. I pulled my hand free, gently, and turned back toward her. I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to. I just stepped forward until I knew she could see me clearly.

“Well, I don’t recall. But that’s going to be a difficult promise to keep because I don’t know how else to express my love.” “Caring for me? Being nice?” “That’s not enough. I am going to spoil you at every given opportunity.” “You are so impossible, Shawn. I’m literally the prodigal wife here, but I am the most pampered in this household right now.” I chuckled, “prodigal what?” My wife shrugged. “I ran away; you all found me. And instead of being mad at me, I think I’m loved even more.” “It’s so beautiful to see, honestly. But I wasn’t expecting anything more tonight!”

I relented, delving into her eyes. "Isn't it enough that you've been acting like this to your family?" my mother smiled bitterly. "I know it's your wife, but haven't you considered that maybe she ran away from home because she realized she was infertile?" my mother retorted. "Mom, don't provoke me any more. My wife disappeared and—"