The Invisible Wife Turned Savage Novels & Stories

Nothing would stop me from going inside to see her, even if I had to use force or break the rules. “What are you doing here, Merrin?” Daniel’s voice chimed in from behind. I turned and met his gaze. He was walking lightly toward me. Standing before me, he asked again, “To what do we owe the honor of your visit?” “My wife!” I growled. “I want to see my wife and leave.” He shook his head, pretending to be confused. “What wife? There are no wives inside this mansion except for my grandma and my mother!” I gritted my teeth, wiped my face, and roared, “Don’t play tricks with me, Daniel!” I grabbed him by the collar, causing his men to surround us, but he waved them off. “Take it easy, guys. Mr. M

“If one party commits major deception, including hiding a child, the other can demand that the property be surrendered entirely.” He nodded. “I’ll call attorney Samuel Brooks immediately.” “And Serena’s company shares,” I continued. “I own 35%, invested during her startup phase. They’ve appreciated a lot over the years. Time to liquidate them.” He looked at me, a mixture of pride and barely concealed pain in his eyes. “Are you sure? After ten years…What about love?” “Love?” I twisted my mouth in a humorless smile, my cheek stiff. “From the moment she decided to make Ethan a donor, there was no love left.”

She ignores George and starts to walk out of the office without another word. The way she walked out of the office alarmed George. He switches his computer on and sees the screen blank with one word on it. BOO… He sees his computer has a virus. His eyes widen he picks up the landline and calls security. “The girl that left my office find her!” he shouts. ============= Olivia Herrington POV

Why did her father think that he was a creepy stalker when he had evidence that he knew her on a personal level that stalkers wouldn't? Mrs Helvig found the passive-aggressive battle between her husband and her future son-in-law amusing. Call it a woman's intuition but she had a feeling that Tynan wasn't lying. In fact, she didn't think he was a stalker even though it unnerved her slightly by how much he knew their baby girl. It wouldn't hurt to let him see Laura but her husband was dead set against it. Laura's rehabilitation was going well but her stubborn husband still insisted that the Dirt Princess was still too ill for anyone to visit her.

The performance, the tears, the husband comment it was all a game. She grabbed my chin, her nails sinking into my skin. She forced my head up, making me look directly into those cold, triumphant eyes. “Useless,” she sneered, her voice dropping to a vicious hiss. “Did you actually think you could take my place? That you were even in the same league?” I didn't answer. I just leaned into her grip, my body too heavy to fight back. “Gold digger,” she spat. “Husband snatcher. Liar.” Each word was a calculated strike, meant to break whatever was left of my spirit. “You’re a parasite, Aria. You don’t belong in this house. You never did.”

"You—you! What do you think you're doing?! I'll call the cops for harassment!" I yanked up her sleeve, revealing the familiar mole on her wrist. A bitter laugh escaped my throat. "Still pretending? I'm your husband, Hilary. I know every inch of your body. Most importantly, why are you pretending not to know me?" Her expression darkened, lips pressed tightly as she glared at me. "Husband? Are you insane? Keep this up and I'll scream for help." I chuckled coldly. "Go ahead. Let everyone hear. Let's see if they believe me—or better yet, we'll let your new man come and see for himself."

he added, softer now, “this is a real position, not a refuge.” I looked at the leather sleeve in my hand. “I know.” After the call ended, the documents arrived one by one: flight clearance, entry papers, the Zurich trust contract. I checked each file, then locked the agreement in my drawer. For seven years, I had lived as Niccolò’s wife only behind closed doors. I had accepted it once, believing secrecy was temporary. Then Lia came back, and every promise became another excuse with her name attached. The glass door opened behind me. Niccolò came in from the terrace with tobacco on his coat and reached for me as he passed, but I stepped away before his hand touched my waist.

"Exactly. It's common for men like us to have more than one woman! You've only taken one more; that's pretty generous toward Alison." Ivan's face darkened. "Alison is my wife, and she will remain my only wife. None of you are to breathe a word of this outside." They waved off his warning with casual promises. "Sure, sure. Our lips are sealed. Besides, you keep Alison locked up at home. It's not like we ever see her." They assumed Alison couldn't hear from where she sat near the speakers. But ten years of blindness had sharpened her hearing beyond that of an ordinary person.

Something she can trade to save the one person who matters. “You’re not a whore. You’re my wife.” The words come out sharp, blade-edge clean, and they surprise both of us. I see her flinch, see something flicker across her face that might be anger or might be something worse. “Your wife?” She smiles, but it’s bitter. Broken. “The one you treat however you want? The one you ignore? The one you left under the stairs like she was nothing?” Her voice rises, and I can hear years of resentment pouring out. “The one whose opinion never mattered in that suffocating cage you call a home? The one you never believed? Tell me, Julian—which wife am I supposed to be? Because we both know what all of this

She shifted the blame completely towards Roman, making him raise an eyebrow at her. "Really? And who do you think you are? Why would I call you to come to my own house?" He snapped at her while kicking the vacuum cleaner from his way. "I see you have already forgotten but let me refresh your big workaholic brain. I'm your wife. You married me in front of your whole family around 2 months ago. Do you want to see the marriage certificate and the wedding photos?" Athena countered back the last part with pure sarcasm but during the whole process, she didn't forget to plaster the sweet smile on her face. Roman, who was about to exit the kitchen, turned around abruptly before shooting her a deadly