Novel & Cerita The Dominant Wife

"How could you give her something so extravagant, Dominic? She's merely—" "Isabella is my wife," Dominic cut her off in a chilling tone, speaking with absolute resolve. "She has a gentle nature and a kind heart—nothing like the monster you're trying to make her out to be. If you continue to slander her again, Ms. Vivienne, you'll have to face the consequences." I froze for a moment and looked at Dominic. I never thought he would stand up for me, even doing it openly before Mom, Dad, and Vivienne.

The city lights glinted off the glass walls of his office, and for the first time in years, Dominic felt the tension of anticipation twist in his chest—not just for power, but for her. “Althea.” He stated her name like a caress. His wife. The woman who had been the center of his obsession, the axis of his past. Alive. Independent. Untouchable. Yet, in his mind, he already knew the Valtieris would stop at nothing to claim her, to control her, to bend her to their will. The game is starting and Dominic Valtieri is ready to play.

Dominic had already chosen his wife over her. She picked the folder up and opened it. Inside a clear plastic bag was a stack of photographs. The first one was a wedding photo and Isadora wiped the sudden tears away. His wife was a beautiful woman and she couldn’t help but hate her. There were other photos, intimate ones showing Dominic having sex with her, photos of them laughing, sitting on a patio with Dominic, his arm around her shoulder, looking at his wife the way he looked at her. More tears welled in her eyes but this time the pain was more controlled. It wasn’t like the previous time. She flipped through all the pictures, them at the beach, at restaurants, the way his men smiled at h

asks Jareth smiling. "I am not dominant." I say seriously. "You are, although I'm surprised you suppressed it for so long and even, denied it, you are a dominant woman, that's why I wondered many times if it would work." Jareth says and I look at my husband. "Why do you say that?" I ask curious. "There can't be two dominants in a relationship." Jareth replies and I pull away again to look him in the eye. "It's because they hadn't." I say smiling and he looks at me denying.

, and Maria said no. "You did what you felt and trust me if it was me I would have done the same thing or more worse than this. Coz you know even in this emotional torture going inside you, you didn't accused him nor did you misunderstood the whole situation. It was all bottled up inside you and I'm happy to know that you are a sharp lady. And I'm sure with this smart ass brain of yours will never let your title wife be snatched by anyone. She was and will always be a past and you his present and future being his one and only wife for life", Dia smiled hearing her place was reserved and she knows her place and position was so strong and powerful that everyone will need to bow down near her.

This is just so good. Dominic was petting his dear wife.

“Does my little wife finally realize my identity, or do I have to tell her again?” Sophie’s mouth fell open, her cheeks flushing a deep red. “You… you’re really…” Dominic chuckled, pulling her closer. “Yes, Sophie. I am Dominic Williams. And you,” he said, his voice softening, “are my wife.” I stood there, completely stunned. My sister, the girl who had grown up in hardship, was married to one of the most powerful men in the world. And from the way Dominic looked at her, it was clear that he adored her.

The dominant in me was finally happy and ecstatic to own her and finally call her my wife. --------------------------- - VOTE - - COMMENT - - STAY SAFE AND SEXY -

“Not that one.” Confusion rushed through George. “Why are you suddenly like this?!” he yelled. “You never wanted her!” Dominic turned to him slowly, a dark smile forming. “She’s my wife,” he said. “And vows mean something to me.” “No!” George shouted. “You don’t get to claim her now! You ignored her!” Dominic shrugged, as he hurriedly walked to the ward where Cierra was admitted. “You don’t have the power to stop me, so tone that voice down and shut the fuck up!.”

“Grimaldi’s wife is stunning. Young enough to be his daughter, eh? He always had a taste for the sensational.” “Be careful, Leo. Dominik is a territorial son of a bitch. He may not believe in monogamy, judging by how he treats everyone else’s partner like they’re single, but I’ve heard he’s very possessive of his wife. She must have a golden cunt or something.” The pieces click into place. The envy of the wives. The whispers of me not knowing what I’m missing out on. Dominik treating the women like they’re single. It can only mean one thing.