The Cherished Wife Novel Novels & Stories

I refused to let any woman get near him. Yet, Andrew indulged in my ways. He even squashed my scandal, though it had already caused a huge commotion. Everyone in our social circle knew that I had cheated on him. Still, he never said a single word about that. He protected me, forgave me, and allowed me to do whatever I wanted. In fact, the online community even started calling him the most pure-hearted and loving man. He was voted as the nation's model husband. Everyone wanted someone as wonderful and devoted as him to fall in love with them.

Charles whispered. Wife! He had referred to her as wife! She was his wife. And now it was time to be his wife! Relaxing her body of her own accord in an act of submission to him, she clung harder to him. "I love you, husband!"Fiona confessed for all the hardships they've endured ,she finally confessed she has a crush on Fiona.

Forever A sharp pain tore through my chest, making me wince. I cast a lingering glance at my wife, one hand flung carelessly on the spot where I had just been lying down, the other holding a pillow tight, her beautiful hair like a dark halo framing her face, and the warmth I could feel seeping from her skin, The pain in my chest cut deeper. She looks so unburdened, so beautiful that if I could have her stay in here, with me where it's safe for the rest of our days, I would

Pure, undiluted possessiveness. Isabella was mine. My wife, my responsibility, my choice. And I'd be damned if I let anyone make her doubt that again. The auction wrapped up an hour later with a successful total that would fund several family charitable initiatives. As people began to mingle and head toward the reception area, I noticed several society wives approaching our table with bright, calculated smiles. "Mrs. Romano," Mrs. Whitfield gushed, "your husband's support of your charitable work is simply inspiring. So many men don't appreciate their wives' philanthropic efforts."

ISABELLA Once, I used to imagine marrying Damian. It was a secret daydream, tucked away in the corners of my girlhood silly, sweet, full of hope. But those dreams burned the night he slaughtered my family. He spared me, not out of mercy, but because he wanted a toy to break. His pet. His possession. And no matter how often I begged my heart to stop, it still betrayed me with cravings for his touch cravings my soul despised. Now, I’m his wife. Not because I said yes, but because he made it so.

He wanted to place her before himself, and he thought he would never be able to do that to anyone. He wanted to earn her trust. He wanted her to love him. He had understood that all the wealth and riches would be meaningless to men if he could not please his woman. The men of Desroches had always had a tradition of caring for their women. From the first glance, their parents might seem like your average couple with their fair share of arguments and small fights, but an outsider would have no idea how much Archard Desroches had spoiled his wife Darline. It was in their blood.

Enchantia looked happily at her hand, she was a ruby lover and it seemed like her future husband had done his homework perfectly. “Dear husband, my name is Enchantia Heartily and you are?” Enchantia suddenly began the introductions which took him by surprise. What shook him was the endearment that she showed, “husband”. It totally melted his cold exterior making the tip of his ears turn red. “Dear wife, I am Keaton Chavez and let’s get together well.” Enchantia smiled happily after hearing the word wife coming out of his mouth. This was the best thing she had ever done in her life, snatching such a golden bachelor to become hers.

My lips stayed still. Charles laughed, ignorant to the war burning inside me. “I suppose you two have met? No? Well, Nathaniel’s a shark in business, but I promise you, outside of the office, he’s… tolerable.” Nathaniel’s eyes flickered to mine, laughter and dare hidden in their depths. “Oh, we’ve met.” I swallowed hard, pushing my voice steady. “Briefly.” Charles didn’t notice the tremor in my tone. He was too busy basking in his own importance. “Nathaniel, this is my wife, Ava. She’s the gem of every room she walks into.”

"Why are you here?" Cherish looked out at the breaking waves, then down at the beach. It was obvious she struggled to hold it together. Finally, she stared down at her hands. "I don't know what to do. I've lost Glen. You've got Edwin. I …" "I don't have Edwin." Faith's voice wasn't a shout, but it was cold and hard. "I have Selby." Cherish snorted a short laugh. "You were fucking Edwin. I'm not stupid." She glanced at Selby. "He seduced your wife, too."

"You think that girl can handle your world? She does not know the value of half of it. But I do. I know you, Levi. We share the same rooms, the same business." Something sharp and protective surged in my chest, nearly incinerating the final remnants of patience I had been holding on to. "That girl," I said, voice low in warning, "is my wife. And she's worth more than all the polished snakes in this business put together." Felicia jerked her hand loose with a laugh. A flush of anger worked its way up her neck, coloring her cheeks. "You are making a mistake."