The Dark Wives: A Vera Stanhope Novel Novels & Stories

Dark asked in a constricted and authoritative voice. "Of course! She just escaped from me the other day. I tried finding her with the help of the police, but she was nowhere to be found!" Hector answered aggressively with his forehead confidently rising and pointed at Dark's face using his index finger. "Don't tell me that you are his lover, huh? Because I will smack you, you moron! Did you touch my wife?!" Dark just stared at the pointing finger of Hector, but later on, twisted it, making the con artist scream out his pain and bent his body where his finger was being twisted by Dark. It angered me after gasping and immediately meddled in between them.

“But she’s never alone. Someone shadows her. Quietly. He’s competent.” “David,” Veronica said, distaste tucked into a single name. “Mm.” I let the consonant sit. “He’ll try to keep it clean. He’ll fail.” “Your confidence is charming,” she said. “And occasionally dangerous.” I leaned in, lowering my voice so it felt like a pact. “Listen to me. There are three stories on the table. One: the tragic wife returns to her abuser, haloed by forgiveness. Two: the mastermind survivor exposes a monster and brings him to his knees. Three: the complicated woman reappears, and the world remembers she’s not a saint—she’s an accelerant.”

The one where he stayed when he didn't want to play house with his contract wife. I curled up tighter under the blankets, trying to find warmth in the empty bed. Tomorrow would be another day of being the invisible wife. But tonight, in the darkness of our bedroom, I allowed myself to cry for everything I might lose when the truth finally came out.

She smirk walking closer to me "is it the part I was half naked or the part that Master Asher seem to be interested in sleeping with me or the part we were going to f**k tonight" Vera and Mira laugh "How dare you!"I said angrily"I am his wife ,how dare you planned such a thing and say it to my face without any remorse!" "You are such a shameless bitch!"Missy added "Oh I see you got a new pet"she mock "And seriously what wife is she talking about?"Vera feign ignorance "You really don't want to mess with me"I warned "I've stayed in this household long enough to deal with you properly "I threaten

, Vera hauled the consideration of everybody present there. " Mother, kindly don't cause a scene . ", Alex asked yet Vera ignored him and kept disgracing Amara, " She is Amara, mistress of Stephen Greyson. What an extraordinary woman is she! Allow me to get light on her past. She was once hitched and had a child however bitches like her can't be fulfilled so she tempted Stephen and left her husband and child. Such a selfish and greedy lady she is. Indeed, even her girl is a bastard and even she doesn't have a clue about the name of the dad. What a clever bitch is she. It's my solicitation from every one of the women present there, to ensure she avoids your husband or partner since going to t

Elena slid a thin folder across the table. “I haven’t been able to find out exactly who is after you yet,” she said. “But I’ve noticed a pattern. Most of the wives from the Hartley family always end up dying one way or the other… or they just quietly go away. Even if they had wealthy families of their own, everything always ends up going back to the Hartley name.” Aria’s stomach dropped. She opened the folder with trembling fingers. Names. Dates. Causes of death or disappearance. Isabelle Brown – car accident.

The burn on my hand was nothing compared to the fire tearing through my chest. This was the man I gave everything to. The man who promised to love me forever. And here he was, parading his mistress in my home. Tears spilled again. I wiped them away quickly, forcing myself to focus. I couldn’t break down. Not tonight. A guest was coming, and I couldn’t ruin the meals. So I swallowed my sobs, tightened my grip on the spoon, and turned back to the stove. Because what else could I do? I was his wife. His forgotten, discarded wife.

My wedding day, which was supposed to be a happy day for me, became a nightmare from the very first day. “You lost her? She escaped?” Vera was furious, her eyes red with anger. Her head maid knelt before her, shivering as she dared not look at her mistress. “The five girls did not return back, most probably because they are all dead.” “Worthless! What good are you?” Vera smashed another porcelain cup at her head maid right on the head. The head maid immediately bowed down lower, her head filled with blood as it trickled down to her eyes but the head maid dared not to clean it off. Any action from her could get her more torture.

“I'd bet anything that Mr. Sterling doesn't actually love his wife. I heard the old Mr. Sterling forced his grandson to marry that pathetic low-class girl, Isabella Grey, just because she once saved the old man from falling. Sometimes I do suspect she planned that event to get favors from him.” Rita let out a loud gasp, and her eyes widened. “Oh my God! Where did you hear that?” Vera shrugged carelessly. “I have my sources.” The words had barely left her mouth when my shadow stretched across the floor between them. The two women instantly froze, their faces draining of colors. Slowly, they turned around and saw me standing there; every ounce of confidence vanished as their bodies trembled. I

I had never felt so stupid in my life. "You lied to me for six years!" I screamed, grabbing a crystal perfume bottle from the counter and hurling it at him. "What am I to you? A mistress you hide in the shadows?" The bottle shattered at his feet. "No! You are the only one I acknowledge as my wife! I will only share my power and my position with you. Isn't that enough?" The absurdity was suffocating. "And her?" He was silent for a moment. "She is my responsibility. A matter of family honor."