Seven Wives Book Novels & Stories

"That doesn't change a thing! I want this car, and nothing will stop me from using it! If you insist on not giving me the keys, I will go and report you to Darien! You know he will always support me!" "And you think I care? What are you waiting for? Go ahead and see if he would say a word to you! You should ask him properly if he hasn't told you that he wasn't the one who bought this car for me! I'm not on your level, Sandra. Did you see that red one over there? It's also mine, but I can let you have it since you've never entered one since you got married to your wretched husband! You know I understand you perfectly. For someone who's been married seven good times and none of them worked out

“Who am I? Who was I? Why does everyone treat me like, like two people?” He closed the book he’d been reading and looked at her with unbearable patience. “You’re my wife.” Her chest tightened. “Which one?” He stood, walked to her slowly, like a predator approaching prey. “Does it matter?” His voice was low, hypnotic. “Olivia. Jessica. You’re mine either way.” Her knees weakened. “Stop twisting me,” she whispered. “I’m not twisting you.” He brushed his fingers down her arm. “I’m reminding you who you belong to.”

If society branded me a cheater, people would grandstand and freeze me out of business. Their ploy would not succeed. I watched Sylvia and Jacques' melodramatic performance with a calm smirk. "Is that all you have to prove I cheated? Seriously? You think that's enough to force me to pay you compensation so you and Jacques can take the money and live happily ever after?" Sylvia glowered and blustered. "Your affair is a fact, Richard! I'm the only one with the right to end our engagement. "I've had it with your abusive mood swings. I love Jaxie because he's the only one who protects me."

"No way? Look at it yourself! The videos are all over the internet! The company's stock is plummeting because of you!" A chill ran down my spine as the same footage from my previous life played before my eyes. The comments were just as vicious. "Look at this CEO's wife go, screwing seven men at once. She's young and wild, alright." "There must be a reason she was so thirsty. Maybe her husband couldn't get it up?" "Judging from her loud moans, it doesn't look like seven men was enough to satisfy her. I can do better than them. I'll give it to her so good that she'll roll her eyes and can't even make a sound."

Checked the bottom where I always wrote the date I opened products so I'd know when to replace them. 03/15/2019 The numbers swam in my vision. I blinked, looked again. March 15th, 2019. No. That was—that was impossible. That was— I did the math on fingers that wouldn't stop trembling. Seven years. Seven years before March 2026, when I'd signed away my inheritance, when I'd gone home to die, when Adrian and Maribel had— Seven years. "Seven years," the presence had said. The presence that smelled like death and felt like home. The thing that had carved the number into my soul with fingers that shouldn't exist.

“Sign the papers, and we can part amicably.” I smirked at the clause stating I would walk away from the marriage with nothing. “Part amicably? So the last seven years of my life mean nothing?” Lifting her chin, Krystal said shamelessly, “Ray, you had nothing when you met me. I built my wealth from the ground up. “You enjoyed a life of luxury for seven years, and that’s more than enough. I can’t believe you’d eye my fortune. You make me sick with your greed!”

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

She had wondered privately if the stink of the city alone could coerce her to follow her husband’s command to stay indoors, though she considered it highly unlikely. As she had paused to examine the books lining the shelves, the faint beginnings of her good humour had fled. The titles on the spines leered down at her, the jagged lettering contriving rotten faces of their own. Woman and Sin, they read. The Keeping of a Good Wife. Accomplishments Acceptable in the Female Gender.

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”

"Oh, shut up. Since when did your opinion matter? I am already good at algorithm during those times that you still cry for a pacifier." I passed through her and headed to the stairs. The sound of my stilletos every time they kiss the floor echo inside this oceanic mansion. I'm still in the midst of the staircase when a familiar, annoying sound suddenly came to my senses —the arrival of my father and his new wife. Uh, the title 'new wife' does not even suit her. 'Trash' sounds better for her. When the sound of the car stopped at the garage, I immediately ran through my room. I put all my baggage beside my king-sized bed. I jumped onto it, my body bounced due to my foamy mattress. What a feeli