The Other Wife Book Novels & Stories

Not a business partner. His wife.

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

DOMINIC Hawthorne's expression didn’t change but I caught the slight nod anyway. “Understood.” Then he turned and left the office silently while I remained there staring at Valerie’s book resting beside my laptop. My wife wrote bestselling comic romance inspired by me. Same wife cried while giving away everything she earned from it to a brother clearly bleeding her dry. And somehow both those thoughts pissed me off equally. So i just got up and out of my study headed to her's. I had the feeling she would be there. And she was.

"Adalyn Milo?!" "Yeah?" He replied slowly, raising a befuddled eyebrow at her. "Geez! Where's his office?" She shouted. "There." He jerked his thumb to the door of Fred's office. "Wait. You can't go in, it's..." He warned but she ignored him and stormed to Fred's office. "Jayda Black, my legally married wife." She heard Fred say. "Jayda Black? I know that crap. How could you stoop so low to marry such a gold digger?" Adalyn's voice bounced on Jayda's brain like a volcano as it made her head boil.

There were some whispers in the crowd but they were nothing more than that, just whispers. Too add more flair to her story, she stops moving around like she'd been doing while the story was lighthearted. "That midnight, I got home by one in the morning and met my husband, Charles in bed with another woman..." There was a collective gasp. "This other woman had been introduced to me during the wedding as a distant cousin of his, so she'd been family..." Another gasp, even louder than the last. Bethany takes a deep breath. "That wasn't the worst, oh not at all. But it turned out she was not a distant cousin but she's my husband's second wife."

His grip weakened, and before I could pull my hand away, another loud voice was heard. “You want to keep forcing my wife!?”

“No, wait. I forgot. Wife. The famous stay-at-home wife.” I stood frozen. My heart thudded in my chest like a drum. She walked closer, looked me up and down, then smirked. “Hmm. So this is who you left me waiting in the car for? Wow. I was expecting more. You’re really just a wife by name, aren’t you?” I looked at him. He didn’t say a word. No correction. No defense. Just silence. Then he looked at me like I was nothing and said, “Bring food. Make enough for two.”

" 'Hello Lucifer's lollipop!' I bite my tongue as I can tell how horny he is right now by looking straight at his pinky hard lollipop. He grabbed my chest to squeeze his long, piercing manhood as he inserted it between my breasts. Then he started to fuck my two big healthy watermelons while he still holding it to tighten the grip. Yes! This is really a fucking heaven! As he was playing with my chest I was moaning in pleasure as if I was going crazy with madness. Fuck! I still don't know why I agreed to have sex with him even though we only met yesterday and he replied when he flirted with me. I don't know if this is true but I don't want to think about it because according to the story of he

IT'S been two years since he had an affair with another woman. He was aware that what he was doing was wrong, yet he couldn't stop himself. His other woman gave him something that her wife couldn't give. His mistress, despite being wild and demanding, made him feel like a man. She made him feel as if he was needed. His wife, on the other hand, was self-sufficient and successful in her career. He sometimes felt like he was just a bystander in her life. It was as if their marriage was merely something to round out her whole picture of a perfect woman with a successful profession and a wonderful marriage!

She answers. “Lest I forget, the little bitch that you call your wife is busy having the best time of her life with another man while you both are supposed to be on your honeymoon,” she mentions again, and this time around she opens her clutch purse and scatters pictures on the table for me to see before walking away gracefully. I pick up the pictures of Valeri and another man on the table with both of them all dressed up as if they are on a date, and they are looking at each other like love-struck idiots.