Seven Wives Book Novels & Stories

Her outfit is clearly out of place in her present position. The girl's nails got into my flesh when she shook my hand. I knew she did it on purpose. Naive girls will look for opportunities to make life difficult for their rivals or for people they are jealous of. Her name is Emma, and she is one of the women my husband has slept with, if I'm not mistaken. This is the advantage and convenience that money brings to men. As soon as they move their fingers, women will crawl over them like dogs. If a man gives them a bone or a piece of meat, they will listen to their master.

“You hid a book and lingerie from me.” “Did I mention any of that? Did I say what position was my favorite, or how sometimes I misbehave, so you’ll spank me? Or did I say, yes, Max and I make love?” I asked. “I told him you could fulfill your role as my husband.” “You won’t tell me your favorite position, you never tell me anything when it comes to sex, but you tell someone else, someone that has betrayed me, how I feel inside you. If I didn’t stop you, who knows how much you would’ve said.”

How about King Solomon the wisest man to live and the one God said was pure enough to build his first temple how many wives did he have Chastity? Her eyes got wide as she realized what I was getting at. "He had seven hundred wives." I nodded "That's right he did he also had concubines that he slept with didn't he? How many concubines?" "Three hundred." That's right Solomon, the man God called righteous enough to build his temple had one thousand women he had sex with who belonged to him didn't he. So, having more than one wife and lover isn't a sin if they all belong to you is it?"

For the rest of her life, she would continue to be called a home wrecker by people who knew that Ella was Evan's wife. "Why do people in this country love to meddle in other people's business so much? In my country, even ordinary people live together without being married," Nathan asked. The man had now stopped exercising. He looked over at the group of women, or perhaps grandmothers, who were busy pointing at Ajeng. "Everywhere, second wives only want the wealth. I'm on the first wife's side. I feel sorry for Ella, getting cancer because her husband remarried." "I can't imagine how painful it must be for Ella. She had been with her husband since the beginning, and then that woman just casua

The top one caught my eye. [Am I the only one who finds this way too coincidental? The lovechild scandal breaks, and now his wife's gone missing?] Replies flooded in beneath it. [Good point. Maybe marrying into a rich family isn't all it's cracked up to be.] [Are we doing conspiracy theories now? Since when are gossip accounts reliable?] The comment section was ablaze with speculation, drama, and even the occasional post about beach safety. Seeing Rachel's expression darken, I turned off the screen.

he whispered. The ache in my chest felt sharper than it had on the operating table. I remembered how, once upon a time, Eira had loved me and our son. She had stayed up nights picking names for him, bought out every toy store in town for his birthday gifts, and read childish fairy tales to him while I lay feverish.

he added, softer now, “this is a real position, not a refuge.” I looked at the leather sleeve in my hand. “I know.” After the call ended, the documents arrived one by one: flight clearance, entry papers, the Zurich trust contract. I checked each file, then locked the agreement in my drawer. For seven years, I had lived as Niccolò’s wife only behind closed doors. I had accepted it once, believing secrecy was temporary. Then Lia came back, and every promise became another excuse with her name attached. The glass door opened behind me. Niccolò came in from the terrace with tobacco on his coat and reached for me as he passed, but I stepped away before his hand touched my waist.

The grand Empress sighed a heavy breath and closed off the book. It had been a complete day since she was engrossed into the book and had finished only one life. The book was entitled as “7 days and 7 lives” which meant that there were still 6 pending for her to come across. She was already baffled and emotionally unstable at the moment witnessing all the Chaos that Trinity had been through all her life which had been engraved on the muffled pages of that heavenly book.

she glared at Katherine, "my name's Hermione, and I'm Quentin's seventh wife. It's lovely to finally talk to you and sit with you like we're doing today. You really are as beautiful as Brigitte has repeated for the past few weeks." I cleared my throat uncomfortably, and swallowed nervously, "thank you," I said lowly. "And I'm Eloise," spoke up a gorgeous brunette with red stained lips, looking like a gorgeous actress from the 50's with the animated way that she talked, "Quentin's sixth, and despite what someone may say at this table, Quentin's favourite wife," she tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear. She pointed to the lady besides her, "And this is, Caroline, the fifth wife, and Americ

When she woke up, she realized Knife had just cummed inside her. That was when Israel came in as planned and she got frammed for cheating on her husband. Just reading this in Israel's journal made me sick. Irene's suffered enough. It was fair he let her go. If I were a woman, I won't make a mistake marrying for money. You never can tell what you get in the course of that marriage. I was certain now Israel was preparing the ground for something. Irene was his sixth wife. He'd divorced over five different women. Was he planning on getting a new wife?