Seven Wives Book Novels & Stories

"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.

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

Third Person's Point-of-View Every box was labeled with the date it had been given, starting from the mountain of gifts in their first year of marriage to the divorce agreement fixed to the canvas in their seventh. Vera went through them one by one. When she reached three identical Cartier bracelets, she stopped. She had not noticed, not even once. No wonder Sean refused to forgive her. She stood in the middle of the wreckage of opened boxes when she noticed one that was empty. The watch engraved with “Love of My Life” was missing.

"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. "

Already blessed with four beautiful daughters, she'd finally given birth to a healthy baby boy just last year, but she felt obliged to give her husband both a heir and a spare, so she'd been eager to get pregnant again as soon as her body allowed her. Unfortunately, "her unbecoming appearance"~as Adam so often complained to her in front of their family and friends~ when gaining over 30 pounds during her sixth pregnancy, had made Adam find a good reason to start another dalliance. Lately he was caught with his pants down, literally, atop the wife of his own friend, at a house party. Outside in the bushes, to be precise. He was fortunate that it was Sophie who found him, not any other person.

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?”

“Well, in addition to binding seventy-two demons to himself . . . although, maybe that was how he made the rest of his kingdom work. Maybe he made them do the dirty work for him. Anyway, I guess he had seven hundred wives and concubines combined.” “Gross!” Lisa and Helen said at the same time. Justin shook his head. “That sounds exhausting. I’m glad that’s not the kind of king I have to be.” “You better hope not,” Helen warned him. “If you took any additional wives or concubines, you’d be one less because you could count me out.”