The Good Wife Novel Novels & Stories

Diki replied making Mini and Rangga look at each other and quickly look away. "You suck!" mocked Diki with a cynical smile. Diki who wants to launch the action again. Right when Novi suddenly stood up and walked cursing in front of the television which was the size of a cinema screen in the living room. "It's really cool to be a woman, already knowing that her husband is cheating on her and has a lot of mistresses. I still want it, a husband like that should just be kneaded with chili sauce and then kicked into the sea." Novi cursed angrily in front of the television.

“That Yates woman can still be your lover—she’s young and pretty enough and has a hot body. But as a wife, she’s not good enough. Look at her! Every day, she goes out the moment it’s bright outside and comes back only when it’s dark. She doesn’t do house chores either. Such a lazy woman won’t help you amass riches. “And who knows what she goes out to do every day? She’s not even looking for a job but she still dresses up so fancily to go out every day. Hank, be careful that she doesn’t cuckold you. “I reminded you at the beginning that Liberty is better when it comes to getting by.”

“Good book?” Vincent wrapped a hand around his wife’s foot, flopping lazily in the air. Laid on her stomach, chin in her fist, she hardly seemed pregnant. Though Vincent knew better. She had a smell about her, certainly something he’d conjured on his own. A sweet smell. Her hormones mixing with his. Her breasts bulging from her shirt. Skin soft and sticky much the same way well-rested dough was. “Alias Grace. Ironic, I know.” Blue closed the book. Peered over her shoulder. Kicked against his hand playfully.

That is the short story of the romantic novel she had heard during her life in Indonesia. 'Bastard! I've never done those terrible things! I've never slept with anyone other than Hayden, my husband! But why is my baby have not the royal family’s blood? Crazy… this is all crazy… this world really just sided with the plot of that damn novel! My ten years of hard work so that I don't have the same fate as the villainess Fuschia in the novel, turns out to be in vain.' Fuschia sobbed as the guards pushed her roughly into the narrow old wooden wagon while clutching her baby tightly.

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

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

She had wondered privately if the stink of the city alone could coerce her to follow her husband’s command to stay indoors, though she considered it highly unlikely. As she had paused to examine the books lining the shelves, the faint beginnings of her good humour had fled. The titles on the spines leered down at her, the jagged lettering contriving rotten faces of their own. Woman and Sin, they read. The Keeping of a Good Wife. Accomplishments Acceptable in the Female Gender.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

Hand-addressed in his sharp copperplate. *To my dearest Seraphine* I stepped away from Whitmore, turning half into shadow. *If you’re reading this, you’ve proven yourself worthy—not of money, but of courage.* *The world will tell you the estate is cursed. They’ll be half right. It isn’t the house. It’s the people who believe they deserve it more than you.* *They will come for you. Trust no one but yourself—and perhaps the boy who watches you from the shadows. He sees what the others are too blind or too greedy to notice.*

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”