Survive As The Hero's Wife Novels & Stories

I pulled out my phone and showed him a series of photos. "Here are the records of Seraphina contacting our rivals. She's the one who arranged that 'accidental' hit to get me out of the way and take my place as your wife." Dante's eyes widened in horror. "And here," I swiped to the next image, "is my miscarriage report. I was trying to tell you about our child when you were in Switzerland with her—the woman who got our baby killed." Dante’s eyes turned bloodshot. He was breathing in ragged gasps.

Her countenance was still superb in as much as she no longer had the heroic radiance around her. Besides her, Ryan supported her back as he felt the perusing nature of the eyes that were subjected to his wife. It made him feel like shutting her inside her house and locking her up. He felt so lucky that she had been chosen as the mate to him. Yet he felt the challenge that was on his way, keeping the savior safe as she was already drawing in a lot of enemies. First was red, would there be others?

"Maybe you couldn't do anything before, but you stayed by her side as her husband despite everything you discovered. You are still here, even though you know Victor can have you killed any time. That's how deep your devotion is. For me, that's a beautiful thing a man can give. No matter what happens, you don't abandon each other." She smiled radiantly at him. "I think that's why your wife is still alive. She is also fighting for you. She sees all your efforts and clings so that you don't go crazy here and become one of the patients,” she chuckled. “I am sure she is doing her best to breathe to give you hope. I know because we're in the same situation. That's how I feel about Bangs. But it's

she stated sweetly and calmly, and my heart was overjoyed. "And you were the one who saved me." I replied with an eager grin. Then my gaze was drawn to her wrist wounds, which were covered in scratches. I couldn't contain my emotions and reached out to touch her wrist wound. We both flinched as a spark sparked in my body. Stacy yanked her hand away from my grip and entwined her fingers with mine. I frowned at her ludicrous behaviour. “Thank you for saving my soon husband's life,” Stacy pecked on my cheek.

“Of course, you can. You can handle it if you tell yourself another story. No matter what, you're still his wife and I can't let you stay here until you can finally decide when you want to leave. I'll love to have you here but you're Mr. Sullivan's wife, I can't risk it. I'll call your mum and tell her you're here.” She didn't respond, she looked down at her hands, tears dropped on them. Mrs. Martin patted her back gently. “You'll be fine. You have to eat and stop crying, tears are going to ruin your beautiful face.” She stood and went to the door, Javier was standing by the door. “Mum, just give her some time to think about what she wants to do.” “Remember she's someone's wife, you're only

I confess. She looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “Doesn’t that mean he’s fallen for you?” he asks. I shake my head. “I don’t know. He said it was for Kira. But when he’s deployed again, I’ll be home alone with a baby and a daughter. It’s something I need to think through…” I tell her. “I don’t believe he has actually fallen for me…” I add. “Come on Liv don’t be like that. You’re an amazing woman, you’re thriving in your career, helping not only women who can’t themselves, but helping rid the world of selfish bastards.” She comments.

he says "And my wife?" "I am sorry but we tried to save her but she fell into a coma. The possibility of survival is thin"he says. Then everything goes black.