Secret Play Wife Novels & Stories

“Don’t be fluttered, I am locking you down before the vultures land, I see him checking this way every other second, your husband is taken with you. Soon everyone will realize the most powerful man has a soft spot and try to cozy up to you.” I laughed as she pushed up her chest. I turned Ryan’s way, he was staring at me. I bit my lower lip then pulled it out slowly. He narrowed his eyes at me. I chuckled and turned to find Brandy just staring at us, eyes wide and a smile on her face. “Someone is in love,” She said in sing-song as she picked up a slider. “Bestie secret,” I said, holding out my pinkie, she hooked hers, “ I am obsessed with that man,”

I just heard Hector laugh, so I tightened my grip on him. "Ask Dad why I came here, fucker. And Solei is not a lie. It's true that she's my wife. We got married the night of her bachelor's party. Truth fucking hurts, right?" Hector finally said, surprising everyone, even me. The night at the party deepened. I remained seated on one side, watching as various businesspersons approached and talked to Hector. Despite engaging in conversations, he didn't let go of my hand, as if ensuring I wouldn't feel out of place after the earlier confrontation.

Mikael almost snapped at the caller, but fortunately, he still had enough presence of mind to control his voice. “Mr. Williams, it’s me, Trevor. I’m calling to inform you that a woman claiming to be your wife has presented identification and bank cards in an attempt to withdraw 20 million dollars in cash from your account. She brought marriage documents as proof, and so we—” “Is Claire there?” Mikael interrupted before the man could finish his sentence. “Claire Thompsons, Mr. Williams?” “Claire Williams,” Mikael replied firmly. “Is she there?” “Yes, she’s here. She’s waiting outside the room to withdraw 20 million dollars from your account.”

Still, my heart was pounding as if I was about to see something that would change everything. I opened the browser. The first thing that came up was the headline. Then another. And another. Pictures of me. Pictures of me with his mother. Close shots. Wide shots. Smiles frozen in time. Words underneath them that felt heavier now than they had just hours ago. “Secret Wife Speaks Out.” “Inside Dylan’s Hidden Marriage.” “Truth Behind His Failed Union With Velma.” I scrolled.

So that was the duty of a Don's wife—to bleed, to sacrifice, and then watch her husband protect another woman. But I didn't argue. I kept my face blank and handed him the document. "Alexander, I need your signature on this." Alexander trusted me implicitly. I was his Consigliere; my decisions never missed. He didn't even glance at the content. He just took the pen and signed his name at the bottom. "What’s the rush?" he asked casually as he signed. "Just some financial restructuring for the Family," I lied smoothly, taking the papers back. After signing, Alexander leaned in to kiss me, likely trying to appease me.

She whispered instructions in my ear. Grace sobbed softly. "What secrets are you two hiding from me?" I laughed coldly as I played the video on the tablet. "That's rich coming from you. If anyone has secrets, isn't it you two?" I turned to Grace, holding the tablet in front of her. "Take a look, my dear wife." After watching the video, Grace's face turned deathly pale.

“Divorce papers were filed this morning. Anonymously. But the leak is already spreading. Photos from your wedding courthouse. Someone's selling the story—your secret marriage, the hidden wife, the artist who vanished.” Lila felt the world tilt. Victoria's eyes locked on hers. “And they're saying the wife... is you.” The porch light caught the paper in her hand, the bold heading unmistakable: Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. Ethan stared at it, face paling. Lila's whisper barely carried. “Who would do this?” Victoria's gaze hardened. “Someone who wants to destroy you both. And they're just getting started.”

Sheila had thought all night and decided it was best to move out first. However, just as she came downstairs, her phone pinged—a trending topic notification. #Breaking! Ford CEO entered a secret contract marriage with his female secretary two years ago, with terms indistinguishable from a sugar daddy agreement!

Then, he took some ointment and gently rubbed it on her slapped cheek. The handsome lecturer's eyes were also filled with tears. His heart shattered as he watched his wife sob, enduring the pain she was enduring. If only they hadn't hidden their relationship, this wouldn't have happened. He felt like revealing their secret on a student forum, but he couldn't go against his wife's wishes to keep it a secret until graduation. "Why are you so quiet? Why didn't you tell me you were slapped?" “I… don’t want you to get involved either.” “But you are my wife.”

I stated, "You claim you took a shortcut because you wanted to give me a better life. Your shortcut was taking our joint savings to fund a wedding with another man, get pregnant with his child, and use his family to climb the social ladder. "What about after you made it? What were you going to do with me? Do you intend to give me a payout to get rid of me or keep stringing me along as your dirty little secret of an ex-husband? "You ought to stop making yourself sound so full of deep affection and stop treating me like a fool, Queenie. Your version of love is entirely worthless and completely filthy."