The Golden Wife In Law นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he said. “So? What does that have to do with me?” I asked, trying hard to sound unaffected and casual. Kristoff gave me a look. “You are my wife. You don’t have to feel all the insecurities,” he said. I looked at him. I don’t get it. “You don’t have to feel insecure of anybody because you have me. You are my legal wife.” He stated. “No one can ever change that.” He continued. I sighed. “You don’t love me. What good is it to be your legal wife? It’s like I am just your wife in papers. But you like someone else.” I asked him as Jana came in with our food.

"Is that all you came here to say, son?" His smirk faltered. "You are seriously okay with that? With being married to some used-up whore? Some whore that I've asked my friends to fuck and do whatever they wanted with her? The same whore that your son has fucked countless times that he can count, huh? You are seriously okay with that, old man—" "Careful," I cut in, in a low voice. "That’s my wife you are talking about." "Your wife?" He barked a laugh. "She’s a gold-digging slut who played you. And you are just gonna sit here and pretend it doesn’t matter?"

The yellow-haired man shook his head and looked at the woman ruthlessly. "Huang Chen, take your eyes off her." Tan Ge glared at the yellow-haired man, "If she survives tonight, she will be the wife of Mr. King, and she will become our sister-in-law." Huang Chen snorted disdainfully. “Sister-in-law? Isn't she the woman that the An family sent to curry favor with Mr. King? She was no more than a bed warmer. Whether she survives the night, it’s still uncertain.”

Every head turned as we entered. I felt their eyes like physical touches—assessing, curious, hostile. The mystery wife. The nobody. The gold-digger. Adrian navigated the room with the ease of a king, exchanging terse greetings, introducing me with a curt, “My wife, Elera.” I smiled until my cheeks ached, my hand clenched around the stem of a champagne flute I had no intention of drinking. Then, I felt the atmosphere shift. A ripple moved through the crowd near the entrance, a subtle parting of the sea. The murmurs changed, became sharper, more interested.

His love for his wife is evident in the way he cherishes and values her, making her feel secure and appreciated. Lola, with her nurturing nature and radiant smile, was the heart of their home. She brought warmth and tenderness to every interaction, creating an environment where love could flourish. Her love for her husband is evident in the way she cares for him, always finding small ways to show her affection and support.

I looked at him stunned with eyes filled with emotion for this unworthy being at it's brim, I know he don't deserve my tears, but his taunts and statements never miss out on bruising my heart, He is calling me a gold digger. "Seriously, you are calling me a gold digger. If I would have been a percent interested in riches, all this glamour and money, I would have tried to sneak all this from you, after all I am legally your wife and is legal partner in your wealth. I could have dragged you to the court for doing the second marriage and spoiling my life."

"Called your man, sweetheart? Did he answer?" Three of them now. One at the far end of the block. Two closer in. They had spread out in the minute it had taken me to dial. "I know what I look like to you," I said, because my throat still wanted to work and I had to use it for something. "I am the wife of an Alpha. Touch me and he will bury you in a hole you cannot climb out of." "Your man," said the one at my left, "is not coming."

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

“Look at you. Playing successful now. Pretending the past didn’t happen.” “I don’t pretend,”Ashley said.“I survived it.” “Oh please,”Alexandra scoffed.“You were a contract wife. A signature on paper. A convenience. Duke makes you a fool!" The word echoed. Contract wife. A fool. Ashley felt the familiar sting rise, old and unwanted, but she steadied herself. “You say that like it holds weight,”she said.“It doesn’t anymore.” Alexandra laughed loudly.“Everyone here knows exactly what you were. They all know how Duke chooses to believe me over you before."

I was surprised to see Mrs. Martina, my neighbor coming in with fried rice and peppered chicken. “All these for me?” I said. “Sure, you are so much loved, here, take them. Tell me, how were your mother-in-law and his siblings?” I chortled, “you love chatting.’ She cackled. “I knew you are eager to hear my story. I’m glad to inform you that my mother-in-love is a golden mother and my golden adviser. She is one in a million, cordial, generous, charming, cool, and collected.” “I’m delighted to hear that. You even call her mother-in-love, not mother-in-law. You have a cordial relationship then. Keep it up, girl. Did I hear you well? You said she is your golden adviser.” “Sure, she is my good nei