The Golden Wife In Law Novels & Stories

He had told her she was clingy, he had called her delusional and he had told her they were never in the same league. Now his grandfather wanted him to ask that same woman to become his wife. Damien shook his head. “She won't agree.” “Then find a way.” “And if she refuses?” His grandfather looked him directly in the eyes. “Then you lose Cole Enterprises.” Damien went silent. His grandfather continued. “You have thirty days.” “Thirty days?” “To be legally married.” Damien's face hardened. “And if I'm not?” “You lose your inheritance.” “And Cole Enterprises?” “You lose control.”

Jacob replied smoothly, “but not enough to miss the clause: A woman your family chooses. Which means I get to select a wife worthy of our name.” “You mean a leech from your pocket!” Xander sneered. “I mean someone who isn’t a gold digger, aiming to drain all your fortune.” Jacob leaned forward, wearing a mockingly paternal smile. “I’m just looking out for your best interests, grandson.” The room chuckled softly at the jab. They knew exactly what the old man meant. A wife from him is a wife he can control. “In fact, grandson, your wife is already here. You just need to say the word, and I’ll bring her to you.”

One marital argument and she was done? Gold digger. Of course, that marriage was doomed to fail. What did a social climbing wh*re know about the grace of being a wife?

"For my brother. He's dying. He needs an operation. I—" "Cut the trailer-park soap opera," he bellowed. "You married me for money, and now you've started stealing some of the money for yourself, too." He bellowed. "She is not a wife. She is a gold-digging thief." Leya looked at Samuel. At Vivian. At Nathaniel, stiff against the wall. No one moved. Her voice quavered. "There was $50,000. Not seventy. I only took what I—"

Lucy’s nails dug into my arm, a silent plea for me to shut up before I dug my own grave. But I’d already dug it. May as well build a chair and sit in the grave. I straightened my spine, my chin hanging in mid-air, but my chest pounding so fast my legs almost joined the race. “Reality is what the law and my husband says. And they both say I’m his wife.” Her eyes flashed, just once, like steel catching sunlight, before the calm returned. “Law,” she echoed, riding from her seat. “Ah, yes. The darling of desperate weaklings everywhere.”

She's, after all, a well-known warrior. Straightening up my back and keeping calm, I asked, "Glenda… She's a respected warrior from the kingdom, looked up to by every woman and valued by the royal family’s safety forces. Will she be willing to marry you without any title?" “Without a title? Of course, she’ll be my legal wife and Luna, just like you. You and her will be equal in everything, standing side by side in handling our pack’s affairs. Legal? Same as me? I sneered in utter disbelief. “The same? Do you really think making things legal won’t change the fact that she’s a mistress?”

He said try to reassure her that all way fine. “…So I won't be hiding you anymore." He sighed and then smiled at her a little helplessly. "And besides, I don't think I can stop you at all even if I tried to. You have reach a height of gods, who can stop a god?" Nicklaus chuckled at his own words, knowing that what he said was true. His wife now was the queen of the phoenix witch, a queen of Silver moon and a supreme leader of all witch races and as well as his wife.

Everything swirls and I lean on King Harvey to breathe. “It is so nice to be loved, isn’t it? Werewolf husbands are very loving.” The King of the East’s wife says. Her yellow flowing dress gives her away. She offers a manicured green taloned hand at me, and I bow my head as I shake her hand. She smiles. “Y-yes, King Harvey is very, very…excellent.” The words escape me as my fears swallow me. The King of the East claps King Harvey on the shoulder and grins truly. “Come, come, let us talk of our last war!”

“You’re right, you useless shit. This is my turf! My husband is king in Golden Edge, which makes me a queen! I can crush you whenever I want!” The woman was blindly confident and arrogant. Even the other shoppers believed she was stepping over the line but no one argued with her. Golden Edge was bought out with three billion a while back but not by any famous and wealthy family. Since Vilma’s husband, Jim, was the general manager of the mall, albeit just an employee of some sort, he was also a powerful person, at least in the mall’s premises. It was the reason why Vilma was so arrogant.

I spoke firmly, even though I was already at the verge of breaking down. "Me, Esmeralda. I am the legal wife of Killian and the only one who can give out rules on his wife. Get that straight in your brain..." the woman bragged, her eyes glinting with victory since the Thorne didn't bother to interfere. What does she have on him? No one should speak so impolitely. Not when you've not been a year old in your husband's home. "Why..." "She is right, Esmeralda.” Thorne cut in.