Novel & Cerita Tengen X His Wives

"Today is the wedding of Mr. Shingen Tokugawa from the Island Nation and Ms. Yvonne Xavier from Country H. From today onward, they will become a family. From today onward, they shall take the vow of marriage, and everyone here in this wedding will be their witness. "Now, Mr. Shingen Tokugawa, Ms. Yvonne Xavier. We shall start with the first step." The great priest looked at Shingen, then brushed his hand at the golden debit card he had just received. With a smile, he said, "Mr. Shingen Tokugawa, I stand here as a representative of the gods to ask you one question. Are you willing to take Ms. Yvonne Xavier as your wife? In sickness and health, in good times and in bad, to love her and honor h

“Mrs. Vance, Mr. Vance wanted you to have this.” I smiled, relief flooding me for a moment. Maybe Ian had planned some kind of surprise. Maybe I’d been overthinking. I handed the pen drive to the technician, who plugged it into the projector. The lights dimmed as a video began to play. And then my world ended. “This,” Ian’s voice filled the hall, cold and smooth, “is my anniversary gift to my soon-to-be ex-wife. I finally free you from our miserable marriage. It had no future from the start. I want a divorce, Elara Rhodes. In that envelope are the papers. Sign them and deliver them to my doorstep.”

Walking in on them at that most critical moment. Assistant Tseng was soon to be a father, but he had been working late every day because of Yang Tian-Xu. For all those fifteen days that Yang Tian-Xu had been in the hospital, he hasn’t had a chance to return home on time. He hated his life sometimes, but he felt bless when his wife, Ma Xiao-Yin, was so understanding.

His name trending—not for a deal closed or a partnership secured, but for the scandal unraveling in public view. He scrolled absently, each buzz a reminder of the fallout. Of what he’d built—then burned. And still… Not one message from the only two people who had once made all of it mean something. Articles spreading like wildfire. Tweets, Reddit threads, F******k reels—all speculating about the marketing tycoon with two wives. With two lives. One post showed a photo of Andrea and Celina, side by side, their faces juxtaposed under the title: Which One Is the Real Mrs. Reyes?

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

“That can’t be true.” Crane finally tore his eyes from the storm of data, looking at her. His expression was grim. “It’s true. I’d heard rumors—projects where marriages, inheritances, whole families were designed to consolidate power without anyone knowing they were part of it. But I never thought it was this complete.” Maris whispered, “They’re in everything.” And then, as if the vault had been waiting for the exact moment, the final layer unlocked. The projections shifted. The flood, already unbearable, became a tidal wave. Across the walls bloomed faces. Profiles. Millions. Ordinary people. Every one of them tagged, tracked, classified not as citizens but as assets.

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

I said chuckling. “Doesn't that make you the second wife after your sister?” The pedicurist managing my nails said, envy was very obvious in each word she spat, she looked up at me, “I did hear he was married to your sister first. I wonder why he would want to marry from the same family, don't you think?” She said nudging the other pedicurist. I knew people would be talking, that's why I didn't want to go public with our relationship yet. I wanted to be anonymously married to Aldric but Aldric and his family don't care about people's opinions, but I guess I do.

Thea dragged James away again. However, James felt like he had been greatly humiliated. How dare Zach talk about gifting clothes to his wife in front of him? “Thea, how dare you reject my husband? It’s an honor to receive gifts from him!” Xena approached, raising her hand to slap Thea. “Since we offered, you can’t say no!” Xena was from a normal family. Even though she had married into an important family, she had no status in the family whatsoever. Her husband often seduced other women in front of her, even bringing them home and…

It was just a joke, after all; she would stop mentioning it. Nicole shook her head with a light chuckle, gesturing for Patricia to come inside the company with them. The day of Stanley and Tia's wedding arrived. Holding a traditional Hustuaburgian wedding wasn't common, so Stanley and Tia's ceremony attracted a lot of attention in San Joto. The invited guests were eager to witness the event, while onlookers could only hope to catch a glimpse of the grand occasion. Tia, adorned in a traditional Hustuaburgian wedding gown tailored by Mrs. Wallace Sr., was overjoyed to become Stanley's wife. The continuous blessings from the guests and the couple's radiant happiness filled the air, painting a p