The Man's Perfect Wife Novels & Stories

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

Waiters dressed in black like they were hired assassins. Victor led her through the crowd toward a circle of wealthy men with wandering eyes and expensive watches. His business partners, investors, partners in crime. “Gentlemen,” Victor said, voice as sharp as his tuxedo, “may I present my wife, Marilyn Fontaine.” There it was on all their faces. The look, the quiet scan from head to toe like she was a car being appraised at an auction. “A beauty,” one of them said. “What are you feeding her, Victor?”

"We both the truth. You were a convenient distraction to Alan. You know he never loved you. He married you because of Mom so that he could get his inheritance." Elena's voice rose, "Oh really? You know, I think you should go find yourself a man than meddling in other people's marriage affairs. You can't stay away from Alan because you can't make it on your own." Leah's voice dripped with venom, "At least I'm not a barren, useless wife like you." Elena's hand rose and fell in rapid succession, her palms striking Leah's cheek with a loud crack, once, twice three times leaving Leah's face red and stinging.

Perfect. Perfect sub, perfect life and very soon, the perfect wife. Curtain closed.

How could either of them have doubted that they were the perfect match? The man gazed at his wife adoringly. “I never thought I would be enough for her. She was this gorgeous young woman with suitors lined up around the block. Any man would’ve been lucky to have her, I still don’t understand why she chose me.” “Nonsense.” The woman swatted him lightly on the shoulder. “If anyone thought they weren’t enough, it was me. You should’ve seen him. I’ll have to find a picture for you while we’re here. He was just the most handsome man, and he was successful. He had that rare confidence not paired with arrogance. He was extraordinary.”

V serials. "Anam that's bad, don't say like that she is much older than you " Hayat scolded. I rolled my eyes at her, Hayat don't know how this old hag makes things difficult for her. Hayat is too much of a goody-two-shoes to see the disapproving looks her future mother-in-law sends her way. That lady thinks her son can do soo much better. Oh please. Hayat is the best. My dear Farhan Bhai and I are going to have a conversation and not a pleasant one I assure you.

"You said —" "I said no to waiting. I said no to delay. I said no to the idea that Adam Ballard's temporary inconvenience should be allowed to derail something that two families have spent years building. I told Elias that I didn't care if you woke up, if you stayed in a coma forever, if you spent the next forty years drooling into a pillow in a care facility. I was going to be your wife. Not your fiancée. Your wife. And I was going to be your wife before you woke up, so that when — if — you opened your eyes, the decision would already be made."

He roars and Natalia flinches with a whimper. “I am sorry.” Natalie says, inching further away from Noah as he, in turn, makes his way even closer to her. “And that cannot change anything, can it?” He asks with a cruel smile. “I cannot come back home to peace and quiet. It’s always you, you disobedient wife. It either you never know what to do, or you never know how to do things properly.” Noah shakes his head as he says so. “I thought you could be the perfect woman. The model wife. I am only trying to shape you into a better home keeper, but here you are, you ungrateful woman...” Noah continues to speak and Natalia is frightened by his tone of voice.

Everything except one. His wife. He was 27 already and his family wanted him to settle down. He also wanted the same as he was himself quite bored with one-night stands and possessive whores. He wanted a perfect wife and finding her was as difficult as it sounded. Beautiful was at the top of the list, family and qualification all came later. He wanted to feel proud to call her his. He wanted a beauty that would turn heads, but little did he knew that beauty is not always external.

You, on the other hand, you're the definition of a perfect husband—steady, responsible, everything a woman could want. His expression didn't change, but he leaned in, slowly closing the space between them. His voice dipped, teasing yet unreadable. Is that so? Bianca's pulse jumped. His proximity made it hard to breathe, but she forced herself to nod. I've never meant anything more in my life. A resigned sigh escaped him as he reached out, pinching her cheek—not hard, but enough to make her wince. Don't let this happen again. Bianca rubbed at her sore cheek, scowling. You still haven't said why you came back early.