Novel & Cerita The Dark Wives: A Vera Stanhope Novel

"You—you! What do you think you're doing?! I'll call the cops for harassment!" I yanked up her sleeve, revealing the familiar mole on her wrist. A bitter laugh escaped my throat. "Still pretending? I'm your husband, Hilary. I know every inch of your body. Most importantly, why are you pretending not to know me?" Her expression darkened, lips pressed tightly as she glared at me. "Husband? Are you insane? Keep this up and I'll scream for help." I chuckled coldly. "Go ahead. Let everyone hear. Let's see if they believe me—or better yet, we'll let your new man come and see for himself."

Chapter 62 – The Aurora Westwood Scandal “What did he do now?” Alice asked, exchanging a curious glance with Aurora. “They say he already has a mistress—right after getting married! And now they're digging up some dirt from Andrews's luxurious lifestyle,” one of the girls replied, excited. “They were caught together, covered in mud. They’re saying there was a fight with his wife—she attacked him and the mistress—and it looks like they came out on the losing side. Wow... I must admire that woman just as much as I admire Aurora. She's got fire too, don't you think?”

"Do you, Lizaib Moreno, take Dark Valerius Thorne to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Iza looked at Dark. She saw the man who had ruined her father. She saw the man who had kidnapped her. And she saw the father of the child kicking softly against her ribs. She saw the only man who could protect her from the very darkness he had created. "I do," she said, her voice clear and cold. "By the power vested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife." Dark didn't wait for the invitation to kiss the bride. He leaned in, his hand cupping her jaw, and kissed her with a ferocity that was more of a claim than a celebration. It tasted of iron and salt. It tasted of a war that w

"I'll take you out, Vera." "Give me a sec, Patrick." Vera sat on her haunches in front of Tory with a wicked insulting grin. She tutted and put a few strands of Tory's hair behind her ear and pulled on it to bring her face close. “Aahrgh!” Making Tory whimper. "You can have my Ex and his child. You can have my marital house but you can never take my place in the hearts of the pack's people, Tory. You're the other woman. A mistress. A wannabe.... And you will always be that. You can never be me, Tory. Remember your place."

"I just finished reading a novel by Ella. It's our real story, but she changed our names. Take a look, honey. Well, the content is really dark from her point of view. That's why I was crying earlier. Here, she wrote that you really love me, to the point that you didn't care at all when she cheated on you from the first day you were married." Evan breathed a sigh of relief. The panic and fear he had felt earlier suddenly vanished. "Well, I ran into Dimas earlier..." "What? Why didn't you tell me?" Evan snapped. His panic turned to anger and irritation. He hated Dimas for being the first to approach his wife.

"Then we adapt. We keep fighting. But we don't give up." My phone buzzed. Unknown number. I almost didn't answer. But something made me. "Hello?" Silence. Then a voice. Distorted. Electronic. "Aria Winters. The Second Wife. The Survivor. The Foundation Builder. So many titles. So much attention. The Shepherd is dead. But The Wolf lives. And wolves hunt." My blood went cold. "Who is this?" "You know who this is. I'm the one Cross warned you about. The one you can't stop. The one you can't even find."

"If I wanted to kill him I would have done so since but for some stupid reason best known to me, I haven't and if I find out that you did something to him, you three will know what really and truly happened to the other wives before you." "I sent Barwolf on an errand." Dark chips in and the eyes of four people were on him. "He won't be returning any time soon until he finds what I sent him to find." he added a second later so he grins at the three ladies. "So better get used to his absence now." "What kind of errand did you send him?" Raziah asked. "It's kind of private, not meant for ladies' ears." Dark answered her, the lies rolling out of his mouth with ease. And he wasn't joking, Barwolf

Then gifted girls began to be born to them, the darkness of which, although not great, still gave hope. The monsters from the tales of dark women took on flesh and blood, they smiled at their husbands and children and did not look crazy at all. There were several couples, and one of them was Lane's parents, the way they looked at each other kindled conflicting feelings in me. The Dark Ones did not hide their desires at all, husbands hugged and kissed their wives in public, however, women did not lag behind them. All this demonstration of feelings and desires frightened me greatly and forced me to be on my guard all the time.

The moment I pushed the door open, I stopped. A family dinner was underway, loud and lively. I ignored the stares and stepped in, eyes burning. "Olivia, did you tell my mom that our marriage is fake?" For a second, I still hoped she would deny it, say it was all a misunderstanding. She didn't. She met my eyes without flinching. "Yes. I thought you could get along with Randall, but you went too far. This is just a consequence." Whatever hope I had left broke apart. I let out a quiet laugh.

Everyone just paid for being stupid too late. Unfortunately, the book had never truly cared about Vera. It had focused on another character and his brides. The dark lord loved three women who ended up married to the prince, the general, and the lord. Then the dark lord slaughtered everyone because his precious females were mistreated, and the so-called happy ending became the death of the galaxy, with the dark lord taking his brides away like the destruction behind them was just background decoration.