The Man's Perfect Wife Novels & Stories

"The truth is… I'm just a passing traveler in your life. Someday, you'll meet your true female lead, who's elegant, graceful, and understanding… someone who's far better than me." Caspian's eyes had immediately reddened. He shoved me against the wall, knocking empty beer cans all over the floor. Then, he bit my lips hard and announced in a hoarse and possessive voice, "I don't want someone elegant or understanding. You're the only female lead in my life, and I love you for who you really are. I love being controlled by you." His kiss had left me utterly dizzy and breathless. That night, I was so overwhelmed with happiness that I ignored the System's repeated prompts. I forgot just how easily

Someone even grabbed my handlebars and shouted, "Mr. Quinn! Ms. Pearce waited six whole years for you. Isn't your reaction a bit cold? Are you rushing off because you feel guilty facing the ex-wife who paid off all your debts?" "Enough!" Shirley stepped forward, her eyes turning teary as she looked at me with that devoted expression, her voice trembling. "Marcus, I came to take you home." My knuckles turned white gripping the handlebars, veins bulging on the back of my hand. The other delivery drivers around us had all stopped working, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes full of envy and jealousy. "Marcus is always so quiet, but his ex-wife is actually that loaded." "She's not just an

“He doesn’t deserve to be with you, Sandra.” As I heard what he said, my jaw tightened. He truly wanted Cassandra, and his actions could even be called the actions of a madman. I quickly stepped toward them. “You’re still trying to force my wife!?” I immediately grabbed his hand, pulling that insolent hand away from Cassandra and pushing Cillian back. This rough action surprised Cassandra, but that man clearly wasn’t someone who would listen to words alone. Without even looking at me, Cillian shouted, “Damn it! Who is your wife!”

“You’re perfect. A fantasy comes true.” Her chest, neck, and cheeks flushed red from her husband’s compliment. “Way way better in real. So fucking perfect.” Given his sexual nature, it took everything for Tripp not to get up and grab his wife, throw her to his bed, and take her however he pleased.

She still couldn't understand why a man that perfect chose to marry her, when he could have easily gotten someone who could match his class. Alexander was labeled the number one most handsome and most successful man in the entire country. "Haa, I can imagine the shock on people's faces if they ever find out that I am his wife". She said to herself in the car. She had just entered the restaurant when she heard her name. "Ayla"? She turned, only to see Daniel. He rushed over and hugged her and just as she pushed him away, she heard her name again. "Ayla"?

“My mother seemed to have missed you, but I have a wife now. My door is open, get out while I am asking nicely.” Sofia sighed, adding, “I saw your wife through the pictures your mother sent to me. You like that type of woman, no class, and no background?” Dalvin scowled at her. “So, you’re slandering my wife when you have just returned? I don’t want to be involved with you so get out.”

That was only the perfect word she could come up with at the moment. “Honey, let's go.” The man arrived and called his wife. “Oh, you're back.” She took his hand and rose. “Enjoy the party sweetheart.” She said to Charlene before walking away. Charlene heard her husband asking her if she knew her but she replied with no. She told him she admired her beauty, it wasn't like they had met before. Charlene sighed loudly. “Hey beauty.” A young man walked over and took a seat around the table. Charlene was lost looking around for Richard. Could he be around? “Hey,” He snapped his fingers in her face and that brought Charlene back.

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.

Well, he did always look dashing but that was a discussion of another time. "Wow!" He did not try to hide his amazement at the sight of his wife. Every time he thought she could not look better, she surprised him. From her simple yet elegant outfit, natural makeup that highlighted her features to the beautiful smile that killed him over and over again, everything was perfect. She was perfect. And for that perfect person he had planned a perfect date. She would get the treatment that she deserved. If only, nothing went wrong. ...

"I don't want to sound like a blindly jealous wife, but sometimes I can’t understand why you chose a woman like me as a wife, Stone. I am not a virgin. I am not even hot or sexy. You should be with a woman who is perfect. Not someone used and tainted like me." "May." Stone grabbed May's chin to raise her gaze back up. "What are you talking about? You are the perfect woman, my snow. You must understand that virginity is not what makes you perfect. The way you carry yourself, your nature, the way you treat others, that's what makes you perfect. And if you're saying that you're not beautiful, then you're very wrong, sweetheart. You're so intoxicating, you take my breath away every time I look a