Shared Wives Stories Novels & Stories

Cowering on the bed, still in her white dress clinging to her body, Alice looked at her husband with tear-filled eyes. They were newlyweds, but everything was changing already. Why was he behaving that way in their first encounter alone? Was this how that man would always behave? Could anyone have thought that the handsome and polite Robert, the younger of two brothers, who now controlled the Graham businesses, would behave this way towards his wife? "I didn't force you," she said with a trembling voice. Both of them were strangers. Alice was the youngest of five sisters, all of whom were married to men just as important as Robert Graham. She was the missing piece, and her parents had arrang

well, if being a new mother for a kid or more could be the last option, then I'll readily dive into it. From reading several comments on Twitter, I came to realize that the man always put up a new list for a new wife each season, and had succeeded to recruit five wives, they all left because of the same reason. Someone even said that he earned the ladies' promised that they wouldn't breathe a word about their experience in the Venaclurry mansion. I wonder what my own experience might look like, I am really nervous just thinking about it. "Madam, please pay me," the driver commanded.

The first woman to draw a prompt burst out laughing as she read it. “Tell us about the most embarrassing thing your mate has ever done.” The entire circle erupted in laughter. Soon stories began pouring out. One woman described how her husband had once fallen asleep during a council meeting and nearly tipped his chair over. Another confessed that her mate had tried to impress her by cooking dinner and ended up burning the stew so badly that the entire house smelled like smoke for days. The laughter was loud and genuine. Even the elders were chuckling. The basket eventually made its way to me.

“People talk about how violent ghettos are, but don’t realize how scary it is around the wealthy. No one’s family gets as rich as the people I know, from being good Christians and loving the world.” “Really?” Her cheeks rose as she grinned. He immediately loved the way her whole face lit up with excitement. “Really. There’s a whole lot of rich people who are seriously corrupt individuals.” “Okay. Then prove it,” she said. “Tell me what’s the craziest gossip you’ve ever heard among the rich and twisted.” “You mean something crazier than two brothers playing mind games with women?” “Yes. Even wackier.” “I know a man who has four wives. And with each wife, he has kids with them. The worst part

I rumbled on. “Yes sir I understand.” Gary said seriously like he was in an interview. “Good, well you see, this my friend, he is married and his marriage just started to feel amazing, if you know what I mean.” “Of course I do. I have been married too for a very long time if you ask me.” Gary said with a wide smile. Good, I thought, adjusting more in my seat. “Okay, but this my friend, his wife is a twin and they are identical. Just different eye color and character.”

We moved away from the window and the yard below continued its nighttime business without us, the garden settling and the guest house light still on and somewhere in the dark above us three children sleeping with the deep sleep of people who were exactly where they were supposed to be. Some love stories begin with a contract. Ours began the moment I finally looked at her and understood that she was never just my wife. She was always my home. But that was not the end of the story. That was just the place where the story became what it had always been building toward: the ongoing ordinary extraordinary of two people who had found their way to each other and kept finding it, every day, in the s

Close enough to wonder what kind of man carried that story for two years and still got up in the morning looking like stone. “Who took her?” she whispered. His eyes returned to hers. “I don’t know.” The bedroom door unlocked behind them. Slowly. Mrs Vale gasped. Adrian moved instantly, pulling Elena behind him again, but not before she saw the door open by inches. A man’s voice came from the hallway, old and cold and pleased. “Send in the contract wife.”

“You see, I’ve been so busy with work lately that I’ve been getting forgetful. Since you’re here, why don’t we all take a day to relax and unwind, just the three of us?” Hearing that, Bryan jumped up excitedly. “Yay! Mommy, can we go to the zoo? You and Uncle David were in his room playing games without me.” The room instantly fell silent. Olivia, who was rarely flustered, quickly said, “Hugh, don’t listen to Bryan. We haven’t done anything in the room. David’s just been interested in scripture lately, and I was explaining some passages to him. That’s all.” “You don’t need to explain. You’re my wife, and he’s my brother. I trust you both, and I’m sure you would never do anything to betray me

Anna’s POV --- Morning By morning— The internet is on fire. --- The Headlines Every news platform. Every business blog. Every gossip account. All repeating the same story. > CONTRACT MARRIAGE EXPOSED CEO’S WIFE “HIRED” FOR IMAGE CONTROL ROMANCE OR CORPORATE FRAUD? And somehow— Reading it the second time hurts more than the first. --- The Mansion The dining room feels unusually tense. Not because of Xavier. Because of me. Because every time my phone vibrates, my chest tightens automatically now.

“After the marriage, I used every resource I had to build a case against Shawn. I arranged for him to be investigated, tracked… eventually, we had enough to lock him up.” I blinked, absorbing the weight of his words. “And… Ashton? How did you both navigate this arrangement? Did you and her ever…?” I hated the jealousy that crept into my voice at the question. I remembered that he had inadvertently revealed to me (when he thought I was Ashton) that they’d never shared a bed together except once, and I wouldn’t blame him for ever developing feelings for her. It was Ashton, after all. Everybody liked her.