روايات وقصص ضمن The Golden Wife In Law

It was because she was born to be a phoenix, and whatever she wore would always show that she was noble. "Is she the pampered wife of Lawson?" "Isn't it obvious? She's wearing diamond earrings, and look at how beautiful and shiny her engagement ring is." "I heard that she's mute." "Lawson mustn't like a noisy wife—and look at her… so pampered. I wish my husband would be like Lawson." "But your husband isn't an inch like Lawson. He's legendary in his age." "Look at her—she's too stunning, and they look perfect. I envy her."

" I said with a chuckle at Nishant's theory as Zeeshant rolled his eyes before shutting the phone and keeping it inside his pocket. ( In India the wife's sister is known to be the half- wife of her sister's husband. It's purely for fun purpose and not something serious.) (Gharwali- wife. Gharwala- husband.) Keeping my phone in his pocket he made me face him, still in his arms. "How am I gonna tolerate this little trouble " He said, looking at me with a small smile. "You have to. You're marrying this trouble." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

It was hard to tell whose side he was on, but having his arm looped through Noelle’s made it seem like she was the one he was choosing. Noelle chuckled at the insinuation. "Sir Hoffman, you seem a bit out of touch with the times. We're not in the era of emperors and harems anymore. A man can’t have two wives, unless you want Charles to be accused of bigamy. Or do you want him to divorce me? If he does, your grandson would have trouble regarding his parentage with the law and society.” The room inhaled sharply. No one expected Noelle to go head-to-head with Maxwell.

Mrs Gold said, hugging her. “You look like a Celestial being, my princess.” Her father complimented, pecking her cheeks. “You look good, my dear. You are indeed a befitting wife to him.” Mr Gold said. “Listen up, everyone. I have an Introduction to make.” Shawn's voice suddenly said from behind her, and she swiftly turned to see him with a microphone. “You know, like they said, behind every successful man is a woman, and I can't help but agree more about that. You all, meet my beautiful wife, Tiffany Dion.”

He looked like he could murder someone, and Tabitha knew she had gotten him. " Oh wait a minute! " Tabitha gasped, placing a finger on her lips with a teasing expression. " Is your wife also as ugly and fat as a pig? " She dabbed the steaks. " You know nowadays getting a pretty woman as a wife is almost so Impossible. " " We have only the pigs and the gold diggers left and I can bet on a million dollars that you probably got married to one. " " It's either she is a pig..." She paused, raising the fork. " Or she is a bloody gold digger from the pit of hell. "

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Suddenly, my voice was swift and soft as I collected the papers from her. I gave a single and a loud clap. In minutes, all the workers in the mansion fell out. They stood in a straight line with their hands crossed in front of them. “Mrs Blackwood!” I announced and they all bowed in greetings. “Do what is necessary and make sure that she is treated like I’m treated.” I ordered, and they nodded. I had five workers: the chef, the cleaner, the gardener, the driver and their director. I pulled my beloved wife from their sight, “The court wedding is tomorrow and after then, I’ll send my lawyers to clear and settle all the issues with the debt.” I smiled, trying to get comfortable with the new dev

“You must be Goldie Zeigler! I know you live in the suburbs of South City. I also know you’re a sojourner and you’re quite a cultured woman. But such a well-mannered woman like you, would go behind my back and try to steal my husband!” Frightened by her harsh words, Goldie immediately hid in her house, not even daring to come out and face her. Being scolded by her was not a big deal, but the moment Old Master Shaw’s wife arrived at her house, Goldie’s cousins immediately knew the man and his wife who came today were definitely worth millions of dollars. A few of her cousins immediately came up with a hare-brained scheme to make a fortune out of her misery. Not long after Old Master Shaw’s wi

He placed a small velvet box on the table, then disappeared back into the darkness like furniture with a pulse. Adrian’s jaw tightened. “No,” he said. The old man opened the box himself. “Yes.” Inside was a ring. Elena forgot, for a moment, how horrible the room was. It was beautiful. A deep blue stone sat in the centre, dark as the lake outside, circled by small diamonds that caught the firelight and turned it cruel. It looked too heavy for love. Too old for happiness. “The Blackwood ring,” the old man said. “Every wife wears it.”

An older woman across the room watched me quietly for a long time. Eventually she spoke. "You're the Alpha's mate." Not a question. I hesitated slightly. Mate felt complicated now. True but complicated. "Yes," I said simply. The woman studied me with tired, sharp eyes. "Your wolf," she said quietly. "Is she gold?" My spine straightened slowly. "How did you know that?" The woman looked down at her hands. When she looked up again something in her expression had shifted. Fear, carefully contained. "Because the Ashborn Alpha," she said. "He's been asking about a golden wolf."