Seven Wives Book Novels & Stories

POV 3 She was fixing her hair that night when the man she loved so much walked in and smiled at her. As usual, Cassandra let Sebastian brush her hair. They had been married for years and lived a happy life. The small gestures of care from Sebastian made Cassandra love him even more. After that, Sebastian cleaned himself up, and the two of them sat facing each other. “I heard from Iker that Miles brought a woman covered in blood from his office.” Sebastian started the conversation, while the woman in front of him slightly furrowed her brows. She realized that her husband hadn’t changed at all.

Even the TV had to remind me of my despair. He stepped out of his car with that smile on his face, reporters pushing microphones at him from every angle. The anchor’s voice filled the room. “They call him the man with the Midas touch,” the voice oozed admiration. “Every business he handles turns to gold.” Gold. I almost laughed. Gold or cold blood? Another voice came, sharper this time. “Well, some say there’s a darker side to that story. Three wives gone before—” “Rumours,” a man interrupted with laughter. “People get bitter when they see success. They spread stories. And again, there hasn’t been any proof of anything.”

Claire gasped, "Are you serious? How many wives did your father marry?" "Eleven. He could have married more if he had lived longer. He was never satisfied with sleeping with the same woman over and over again." Finn looked at her. He felt that she didn't understand what he was implying, so he explained to her, "He could sleep with the first wife, and maybe until five years before he would return to her to sleep with her again, so the wives find their ways around it. Some of them would drug him just to sleep with him more, to have a son who would inherit my father's property. He was very wealthy, but the excess drug in his body killed him."

His strength was astounding, and it seemed that I had made an excellent choice for a husband. Harvey glanced at me, his eyes full of desperate pleas. "Angelina, I love you. Please come back with me." I stared at him coldly and asked, "What about Carrie?" His expression stiffened, and he stammered, "I… I was drunk last night and mistook her for you. However, it doesn't matter. After all, it's common for men to have two wives. After you come back with me, both of you can stay by my side, and I'll treat you equally.

Left the following week. A woman in Glasgow. Her letter was translated by the publisher's international team. She'd read the UK edition. She wrote that she'd thought she was alone because her abuse looked nothing like the dramatic version. Too quiet. Too polite. Too invisible. The book named the quiet version. She found help. A man in Chicago. His daughter had been in an abusive relationship for three years. He hadn't known how to talk to her about it. Gave her the book instead. She called him the next day. They were working on it together.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

"King Matthew... he would hate to see his seventh wife with such swollen eyes on her wedding day. He values beauty above all." I turned on her, the movement causing a sharp jab in my ribs from the tight lacing. "You think I care about what he hates?" I hissed. "He is a monster who collects wives like trophies. I am not a person to him, I am a womb with a title." The maid grew pale and stepped back, shaking her head. "Please, just... do not get him upset. For your own sake." She hurried out, the heavy door clicking shut behind her.

I want him to ask if I am okay after what happened, but he has gone radio silent, probably tucked in his cozy bedroom, sleeping. "Oh, my God, look at this," Sienna’s voice cuts through the loud music. She spins her phone around to face the group, showing a freshly updated page from New York Elite Gossip. SPOTTED AT AURA MANHATTAN: The Six Wives of New York have officially reunited. Word on the street is that the city’s favorite heiresses are out to play. Summer just got a whole lot hotter! "They work fast," Elena remarks dryly, leaning back against the plush booth and swirling her drink. "We’ve been in the building for less than forty-five minutes, and the blogs are already tracking our coor

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed. “You've called me three times in twenty minutes.” “I had a reason.” “What happened?” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end spoke. “I'm coming home in a few days.” Evelyn sat up. “What?” “You heard me. I'll be back in a few days.” “You said you weren't coming back yet.” “I changed my mind.” Evelyn stood. “Why?” The woman's voice became serious. “Because I just heard Damien Schrett is getting married.”