Spoil Wife Novels & Stories

"After God, fear women" Claire was dumbstruck. It could not be. Nathan had just married his competitor and she had nothing to say about it. The dinner was about to commence so she had plenty of time to prove Bianca was a fraud. Wrong! She had very little time and she remaining glued to her seat was not going to change anything. Claire stood up and joined the new wife, her suspicion making her unable to keep a smile.

“I don’t want to see you with my husband again. I don’t care about how you gonna raise your child. I’ve disowned you.” I grabbed my bag and turned to leave. Then she spoke. “You think he loves you?” she sneered. “He doesn’t. He loves me. You were nothing but his trophy wife.”

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

"You horrible, disgusting woman! You're a slutty whore who sleeps around with old men! I hope you rot in hell! I can't wait to crush your bones into powder! I'm going to use your ashes to make a toilet! Just you wait! I'II kill you someday! I'm going to kill you! How dare you give all those documents to that b*tch?! Did you think you could use her to get rid of me?! Haha. You got it wrong! That b*tch is so wretched that she came crawling back to me with those documents! That 7% shareholding of yours has gone to waste! It will become mine soon! Haha. You never imagined that, did you?! Your perfect plan was ruined by such a repulsive wench! Serves you right!" When he finished his rant, he pant

“Fine. You won’t cook and I won’t cook.” She shook her head in disapproval. “No, you’ll cook like you used to sometimes and I won’t cook.” “You’re the wife.” “You’re the husband. We would continue the way we used to and pretend I’m just a spoiled princess who can’t even boil water, that way…”

The moment I walked out of the wedding hall, I sent a PowerPoint presentation to her parents, relatives, and company email, detailing how she'd sabotaged her best friend's two marriages. Of course, I didn't forget about Jack. I sent proof of his cheating during our marriage straight to the wife of his direct superior. Her mother had killed herself because her husband had cheated on her, so she despised men who couldn't stay faithful. As for Ian's parents, they cared more about appearances than anything else. Everyone at the wedding was a business partner of the Colson family. I was sure that the footage I shared would give people plenty to gossip about for a long time.

“Ruin him? You are my wife; you were supposed to produce me an heir, and instead, you sleep with my rival and have a kid with him. Ruin him, she says. I’ll do more than ruin him. He will wish that ruining him was all I did by the time I’m finished with him.”Todd growled at his wife for supporting her lover more than him. “Give you an Heir? Impossible! You’re infertile. I had you secretly checked, and you can’t have children.” Clarice fought back.

Thomas pulls some papers out of the folder, “I have the contract here. As you can see, Maxwell signed his. The contract explains that in the case of abuse or infidelity that you are allowed to file without penalties. In two years, if you have no feelings for my son, you are welcome to divorce him without penalties and I will continue to fund your father’s care. If you divorce him before the two-year mark, then you pay back everything that was invested plus penalty fees. You won’t be entitled to any assets until five years of marriage. If he files for divorce before the two years, then you are not liable.” My mind is racing with different thoughts. I pick up the contract and begin to scan thr

"What happened to that woman, huh? Did she become spoiled? Can't she see that her husband is working so hard to take care of all the problems here? It's annoying." ***

“We got married last week. It was private. I was going to announce it tonight, but you kinda forced my hand.” I felt dizzy. Wife? What the hell was he doing? Vivian looked like she was going to explode. “You can’t be serious. After Arielle—” “Don’t talk about my late wife,” Lennox said coldly. “Show some respect to my current one.” Everyone was whispering. Phones were out. People were definitely already posting about it online. Lennox turned to me, his eyes begging me to go along. “Babe, wanna dance?” Still in shock, I nodded. He led me onto the dance floor while my brain scrambled to catch up. Lennox Hart just told a whole room full of powerful people that I—Phantom, secret agent—was his wi