Swapping Wives Stories Novels & Stories

"The mistress hated it. Tried everything she could to push him out, but Cassian? That guy's made of steel. He survived." I let out a low whistle. "That family sounds like a nightmare." "Exactly why picking the right mate is critical," Beta Sawyer added. "Alpha Yardley 's wife and Zane's first wife were close friends who both married into powerful families, but their fates couldn't have been more different." I left Beta Sawyer's office feeling deeply troubled, that tragic ending replaying in my mind until the end of the workday. Just imagine - at first, both marriages probably seemed equally promising and happy.

> "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

“In this family, in our world, when a man and woman marry, they produce children. Heirs. That is how legacies continue. So I am telling you, dear, work harder. Go to his room. Sleep beside him. Make things normal again. Do you understand?” I felt sick. This woman was talking about me getting pregnant by the man who had murdered my babies. The same man who had just used my mouth like I was nothing. I wanted to scream at her, but I only nodded. “I will try my best,” I said quietly. “Good.” She leaned forward a little. “Your father and Nikolai have a very important deal coming up. A multi-billion one. We cannot afford any delays. When are you going to speak with him and finalize everything?”

Simba snuggled comfortably in my arms. I cried until I was completely worn out and eventually dozed off. The next morning, Seth and I were woken up by a strange noise. I quickly ran to the bathroom once we saw each other. Inside, I saw Seth's face staring back at me in the mirror. I pinched my cheek. It hurt. This was not a dream. A counter with the number twenty on it suddenly appeared on our wrists. A book of instructions was lying on the coffee table in the living room. It informed us that this was a game to bring married couples closer together. If we hit a hundred points and told each other 'I love you', we would be able to switch back.

Ralph sucked Rara’s bottom lip between his teeth as his hands strayed from her hips to the upper part of her thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. "Understand something," Ralph growled lowly against her lips. "You’re now our wife, no longer a daughter or sister but ‘ours’.” As one hand held her thigh, the other crept one hand held her thigh, the other crept up her flat stomach and possessively grabbed her plump bare breast. "I did you a favour. Your whore of a sister was eventually going to betray you, topolìno. This world is fucking selfish, it wouldn’t think twice before eating you up, then why are you feeling remorse for a wench who was ready to kill you to save her skin." Ralph continue

I could not hold myself up. Fake. Forged. A lie. The words bounced around my head like bullets. If the files were fake... Then Rita never lied to me. She never cheated on me. The baby was never another mans. "Adrian " I choked out. My throat felt like broken glass. I could barely speak. "Are you absolutely sure? Are you telling me... Are you telling me that my wife was telling the truth?" "Yes I am telling you that someone did a lot to destroy your marriage sir. Someone paid a lot to make you think she betrayed you."

People can marry who they want or choose not to. “Marriage is a partnership too, Nikolai. Partnership is where two people mutually benefit from each other. It was a shotgun marriage that you had and don’t tell me otherwise. I may not meddle in everything you do, but I know what you’ve been up to. Do you think I’d let you settle for a life with a mere woman like her? No. It doesn’t work that way.” “I’ll pretend I never heard this from you.” “You’ll get to jail.”

Sarah, surrounded by her two husbands, each trying to attract her attention, and she, like a queen, makes her choice. Auracio junior with his sweet wife, but I see him get up and talk to his brother; and then they each go the opposite way: they just swapped places in front of everyone! They go back to each other's wives and kiss them as if they were their own! Hmm, those little rascals! What are they plotting now? Salvador, absorbed in contemplating his wife; he has eyes only for her! What a big family I've just acquired! I am happy by the grace the Lord has given me. I am very much in love with my husband, who is equally so. I see him tense up beside me, and I look at him:

“I never did.” “But, I do.” He paused for two seconds to see if Luciana had something to say but she didn't interrupt, then he continued. “A lot, mum. Your opinion isn't important in my marriage. She is my wife so whatever issues you're having with Kathleen it's for you to deal with, it's none of my flaming business. I'm sorry, but Henrietta is my ex wife and Charlene is my wife!” She was stunned by his outburst, he leaped up abruptly. “What the hell are you saying, Richard? This is about Miguel.”

She lifted her head, met his eyes, and smiled the first real, open smile she had given him in three hundred and sixty-five days. “Yes.” He kissed her then slow, reverent and endless. Outside, New York kept moving. Inside, they stayed tangled together until noon, learning the difference between ownership and belonging. And somewhere on a server in Switzerland, a five million dollar transaction reversed itself. Because some things, once surrendered, can never be bought back. End of The Contractual Wife Thank you for reading this!