The Hunting Wives Netflix Novels & Stories

If I was going to walk into a room full of men who thought they owned the world, I was going to look like I could buy the ground they stood on. Then my phone buzzed on the vanity. “The summit begins in forty minutes, Miss Vale. Everyone important is already arriving.” I locked the screen. “I know,” I whispered, tonight was the annual dignitaries business summit, a place where billionaires shook hands and stabbed each other with smiles. A place for deals, influence and power. A place Damien Blackwood would never expect to see me. Not as his ex-wife. Not as the woman he dismissed. Not as the wife he thought he had all figured out.

"The Leones have looked after Chiara for years. You know her father is all she has." For the sake of a lie, they stood by and let me be humiliated. But they forget. Before I was Raphael's wife, I was Catherine Leone. A master hacker who could breach any system. I will deliver my own justice in ways they cannot imagine. And I will make them regret it. ... "Sign it." Raphael didn't wait for my response. He slid a document, sealed with blood-red wax, across the table to me. The gesture was light, but the document landed with a crushing weight.

So they spun the perfect story—both girls were their biological daughters, separated at birth in a hospital mix-up. Everyone bought it. Lucia and Alice—'twins.' Alice shot a nervous glance at Lucia, afraid she'd finally spill the truth. But Lucia didn't say a word. She just turned and walked into the hunting grounds without looking back. Only then did Alice exhale and quickly shift gears. "Anyway, enough about that. Let's go hunting! I heard there's a white fox out here," she said, voice light and sweet. "Legend says if you catch one and gift it to your beloved, you'll never be apart."

"What if all they see is the scandal? I don't want this following us for the rest of our lives." Hunter's hands cupped my face, thumbs brushing my cheekbones. "Let them stare. All they'll see is a gorgeous woman who happens to be my wife. In a few months it will be old news." He kissed me softly. "Besides, we have reinforcements." By reinforcements, he meant the small army waiting for us. Maya had arrived first, followed by Hunter's parents. Chris and Elizabeth Sinclair were unfazed by scandal in a way only the truly wealthy could manage. Max had shown up last, bringing Quinn as his date, though she insisted they were just "business professionals with coinciding schedules."

She had learned her lesson; there definitely wouldn't be a next time. Vincent sat down beside the couch. His injury hadn't fully healed yet, and he still felt some pain when he moved. He picked up the remote control and asked, "What do you want to watch?" Rosalie replied, "Anything is fine." Vincent switched to a channel showing a romance drama. This love story was a bit cliché, with the male lead divorcing his wife for a mistress. The wife was heartbroken and sought solace from another man. In the end, the male lead regretted his decision and wanted to win her back.

Matthew: “Are you sure she had seen you?” Nuella: “She chased after me meaning she suspected am the one” Israel: “Dame!! This is bad” Nuella: “Yes it is, so I want you to make sure she doesn’t confirm that I’m the one” Matthew: “If that you mean hacking into the system of the Haywood’s family mall and removing the footage of you in the mall?”

I don’t care if he’s an Alpha. “I can do it myself.” He lets me. I sit down and methodically apply the mixture to my hair. I watch as the chestnut brown of my mane is darkened by the chemicals and I try not to cry. Hunter’s getting another wife, fucking other women, making my life shit, making me live in hiding, and he’s entitled to do all that because he’s an Alpha? Isn’t that the most ridiculous thing ever? “I never said what he was doing was right.”

“How bout it then? Rhianna? Think your niece can join the hunters this evening?” Aunt Rhianna snapped her attention to Arvin, worry creasing her face, “You promised safety.” “That I did. But I didn’t say your niece couldn’t choose to engage with us as she chooses. The woods are all private property and we do a good job of patrolling them. There shouldn’t be anything out there to hurt her aside from nature itself. She seems quite familiar with the wilderness and its dangers and our hunters will keep an eye on her.” “Why can’t you just slaughter some cows for meat?” Rhianna asked testily. “You shouldn’t need to hunt.”

“Alpha Hunter is holding a woman in his arms?! My God, I've never seen him touch any woman in public before.” “Wait, is that a rogue girl? This is even more unbelievable. I thought Alpha would execute all rogues.” Pack members began whispering among themselves, their curiosity piqued. But no one could be more shocked than I was by this scene. As Hunter’s underground wife, no one understood better than I did how much he desired to keep his distance from the opposite sex.

Richard POV Horror rips a shout from my mouth as Alex trains a gun on Arabel, who is lying flat on the floor in a white wedding dress. Don't shoot! I want to scream as the men move fully into the hall, leaving the other couples in pandemonium. I can't believe Alex would kidnap Arabel and bring her all the way from New York just to force her to get married. Because her phone was in the car, we couldn't track her. I kept throwing curses at Leo, asking him to find a solution before it was too late.