Survive As A Heros Wife Novels & Stories

"She has grief and money and a sister who died before her child was born. Judges are human, Elias." I pressed two fingers to the bridge of my nose. Outside my window the city was doing its usual indifferent thing. "What do you need from me?" "I need to know if Vanessa has anything. Any documentation, any communication, anything Claire may have sent her about the surrogacy before she died." "I don't know what Claire sent her." "Then find out. Go through whatever you have. Emails, texts, letters. If Claire told her sister she was planning this and framed it in a way that gave Vanessa any expectation of involvement—" She stopped. "I need to know before Vanessa's attorney does."

"Ma, I can't just throw her out. Vincent took a bullet meant for me. If he hadn't stepped in, I'd be the one in the ground. He's gone, and Isabella is the only family he left behind. I'm not leaving his widow out there with a target on her back. I'll talk to Sophia when she wakes up." "You know Sophia. She won't see a widow. She'll see another woman in her house." My eyes snapped open. I went still. Then the truth hit me. I was back. Ten years before everything went to hell. None of it had happened yet. This time, I would survive. So would my family. Anna, Lucas's mother, rushed to my bedside. "Sophia, thank God you're awake. Don't worry, I've already made myself clear to Lucas. I won't let

I replied, leaving out the Dinah part of the story. " Glad," he said and then paused, " I have never met a brave and determined human-like your wife. She saved all our lives. She is a true Luna. I was really stupid to doubt her and work against her. Ellis is a blessing to us." He confessed, and I nodded at him. My wife had impressed everyone. She understood the stakes, and she fought for all our lives. She meant what she said when she said that she wanted to be able to protect me too. She had saved my life.

They had a witch on their side, but we got something more, and before we could sign the contract, I sensed them—the Immortal Blood. “Glad we made it in time since my wife has been eager to meet your wife, Hayden.” Lady Ceres interrupted our signing, which upset the three nobles despite how they pretended to be happy meeting the abomination in person. “So, where is she?” A strong and beautiful she-wolf asked excitedly as she looked for my wife, Frizabelle Aspire-Marshall, Lady Ceres’ soulmate. “I’m here.” My wife, Roxanne, smiled as I stepped forward.

“My bloodlust is uncontrollable. I’ve tried to suppress it, but it’s like a fire that only grows stronger. And love, it’s impossible for me. Every woman I’ve married has died. It has stretched on for years. An array of dead bodies that keep piling, which is too bad for me because I desperately need an heir for my bloodline to continue in case something happens to me.” The witch tilted her head, intrigued. “Yet you’ve found someone who hasn’t died,” she said, her tone very comfortable. I pursed my lips, not surprised that she knew because she was a witch so of course she knew a lot of things like this. I nodded. “Aurora. She’s the first woman who’s survived me. I don’t know why, and I need to

"You like role-play, right? I'm Sebastian, your husband. I'll take care of you. Sorry for the wait." Unable to hold back, he lunged for her. "Get away from me! You psycho! Where is my husband?" Hera backed into a corner, trembling, her face drained of color. "If you touch me, I'll call the police! I'm serious! I'm not role-playing with you!" The model froze. "You… weren't the one who requested me?" If this was acting, it was far too convincing. She was supposed to be the drugged wife waiting for her husband's "rescue," right? When did the script change?

I said, my voice rising with panic. Another man—tall, with thin glasses—stepped forward from the corner of the room. “Vanesa, please, calm down. It’s me, Rio. I’m your manager. I was terrified when I heard about your accident. But look—you’re alive. That’s what matters most.” I shook my head rapidly, frustration and fear rising in my chest. “Stop calling me Vanesa! I’m not her! I’m Paula Whitney! My husband—” I paused, biting my lip. “My husband... Orlando... where is he?”

The doctor became very quiet. Almost too quiet. As though he was studying my face. A long silence passed. Then I heard him whisper. "I know her." His voice carried certainty. "I know exactly who she is." My heart skipped. The woman sounded curious. "Who is she?" The doctor exhaled slowly. "Vivian Hart." Silence. Then he continued. "Vivian Hart Blackstone." The woman gasped. "Blackstone?" "Yes." The doctor leaned back slightly. "She's the wife of David Blackstone."

he told her, emphasizing on the word, while he opened his laptop again, and continue to surf the net. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I know I’m not the love of your life and you shouldn’t care about my feelings, since this marriage was just a truce between our two families. But mind you, Mr. Dimitri, I am your wife and I deserve to know and get worried when a new woman interested you other than myself,” she said in a fit of anger, while Dimitri banged the table, causing her to scream in fright...

"You have the power to change what happens. But first you have to face it without fear." I stared at him. "How do I do that?" "By remembering who you are. Not the woman Daniel married. Not the woman who died in the apocalypse. The woman who survived." His eyes met mine. "The woman who fought to come back." I held his gaze. Something shifted in my chest. "I don't feel like that woman," I admitted. "Then you need to find her." He stood and offered me his hand. I took it and let him pull me to my feet.