The-dream Wife Novels & Stories

They had been the first people to tell her that her dreams mattered. Without their guidance and unwavering support, she might never have found the courage to pursue art. In her heart, this victory belonged to them as much as it belonged to her. For a brief moment, she wondered how different her life might have been. If she had been treated with love and respect during her marriage to Nolan... If she had been acknowledged as his wife instead of being hidden away... If he had supported her dream and helped her establish a gallery years ago... Perhaps she would have achieved even greater success by now.

They never lasted, and they never even got to the stage of being his wife—even if it was a fake one, but I did. It felt like an achievement. It was like doing reputational insurance that other women never got to experience. “I'm his first wife,” I repeated it to myself like I was casting some evil spell. “I'm his first wife.” It was indeed an achievement. I buried myself in those thoughts till darkness covered the sky and I didn't even realise. That evening, Alex got back happy. It was a rare scenario. “My beautiful darling,” he uttered. My brows were furrowed in confusion. He never added any endearments to my calling.

He asked "What do I want? What do I want? Adrian I'm your wife, I deserve to know where you are going." "You don't deserve to know anything, I married you, I gave you a comfortable home, food, what else do you want to know? My schedule? Behave yourself." He's keep moving downstairs still he was at door then he stop. "Adrian, do you even know what today is?" "No, and I don't care to know." The door slams shut in her face .

She was the woman of his dreams, Della was the woman whom he would spend the rest of his life with. He gave her slow deep strokes continuously and she arched her back enjoying the feeling of her husband being deep inside her core. She loved him so much, he made her feel special every single day and night which is now. She opened her eyes and let out another moan while looking into his sparking ocean blue eyes. She let her hands hang loose around her husbands shoulders.

Or just a colleague? Damian broke the silence with a flat tone. “Introduce her; she's my wife.” The words seemed to drop a boulder into Cassandra's lake of feelings, creating an unexpected wave. Wife? Cassandra could barely hide her surprise. Did that mean Damian's wife, whom she knew before, was dead? Wasn't Damian's wife sick, but she had never heard of her death? Despite her whirling thoughts, Cassandra managed her facial expression. Her smile was faint, though a little stiff. She extended a hand to the young woman. “Cassandra Winter.”

--- The Real Problem Because last night changed something important. Before the leak— I was falling for Xavier carefully. Now? I know he’s already falling too. And somehow that makes this whole situation scarier. --- My Phone Vibrates Again Another message. Another headline. Another opinion from strangers who know nothing. --- The Comments > She trapped him. She’s getting paid to play wife. Of course the romance was fake. No billionaire falls for an assistant. --- Pain That last one hurts the most. Because some insecure part of me still whispers: Maybe they’re right.

Cierra woke with a start, her heart hammering and a cold sweat running down her back. For a few seconds, her mind was blank, only the echo of the sharp pain from her dream lingering...Dominic’s face, the knife, the panic. And then it hit her that it was just a dream. A wet dream. She had just chosen to be with Dominic as his new wife bearing his child and even with all the luxurious treatment... she knew her heart has no place here.

You’ll find it in the envelope. Your loving hubby, Dami. Davina’s voice erupted, sharp and furious. “I am not your wife, you bastard! What game are you playing? I will destroy you! If the day ever comes when I have to be your wife, I’ll kill myself before it happens!” Damon’s chuckle slid through the silence, smug and unbothered.

dad said excitedly. Yeah let's go meet my dad's wife. Man my father is like a kid who just got candy from his nana. It's good to see dad like this it's been nearly 5 years now. Dad said I should go inside because he wants to get our things from the car. Just as I was about to knock a fucking goddess open the door like man she's got beautiful tanned skin,beautiful blue eyes you could drown in,small nose and full kissable lips. I didn't even realise I was staring nope scratch that admiring this goddess before me until she cleared her throat.

“Like she’s better off without you but you don’t want to think about her with another man.” “Shit, don’t even go there.” He answered. “I tell her that I don’t want her, but deep down she’s all I want. I think I don’t need her but I can’t survive a day without needing to look in her eyes, seeing her look up at me.” “Her beautiful big eyes…” “Feeling her skin…” “Her caramel skin –” “Dude.” Arjun was frowning. “Are you talking about my wife?” I frowned. “No. Why would I talk about your wife?”