The Perfect Wife Novels & Stories

"What things? I have everything I could possibly want. Why would I need to sell her stuff?" "I told you to arrange for a doctor to go to the basement and treat Kim's wounds. Did you do it?" Winona finally snapped. "Enough, Anson! Yes, I was jealous of Kim. How does some hick from the sticks get to be your wife while I, with my prestigious degree and overseas education, have to stay by your side as nothing more than a housekeeper?

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

"Since you saw everything, I won't bother hiding it anymore." His voice was calm, as if he were announcing a business decision. "Powerful men always want more. It's normal." He paused, his tone growing even colder. "You may be my wife, but that doesn't give you the right to bring people here to cause trouble at my spa." Wife. The word detonated in the room. Everyone was speechless. "What? Wife?" "Mr. Vance is married?" "This bloody woman is Mr. Vance's wife?" "Oh my god, I thought she was some lowlife from out of town!"

Her parents were really angry because they couldn't control and handle their strong headed daughter. "Adrija beta ! I don't know what's running in your head and why are you asking these questions to me but i will tell you only this - That no one is perfect in this world. We are humans and we learnt from our mistakes and work on the flaws. Flaws are perfect too that make everyone different from each other. You are a nice girl. You know how to fight against the odd and about being a perfect wife and daughter-in-law then I have only one answer. A woman can become a perfect wife and daughter-in-law only when her family stands beside her and supports her, protects her, and accepts her flaws too"

Shouting on top of their voices. I stepped into the camera of the TV show, and with my perfectly practiced smile on my lips. They were expecting to see a perfect woman for a show like this, and a perfect woman they would see. "Please, Mrs Spears, greet the people watching you from home." I was told. "Hello, everyone watching from home, it's me again, Riley Spears, the living example of a perfect wife for a perfect husband." The presenters smiled and clapped. "Today, I've come with another one of the packaged tips on how to be a perfect wife for your husband, the type of wife that would get your husbands locked in your embrace all day long."

The dress pools at her feet, leaving her standing in front of me in nothing but a black lace bra and a pair of strappy heels and nothing else. Kak chelovek mozhet byt' takim sovershennym? (How can a person be so perfect?) A low hiss escapes my lips as my gaze travels down the length of her reflection in the mirror, memorising every bare inch of skin I can get my eyes on. I already knew she wasn't wearing any underwear but seeing this? My hand instinctively goes to her waist, my fingers pressing gently into her skin as I squeeze her firmly, pulling her flush against my body. No word in the English and Russian dictionary can describe how perfect my wife is.

"Do you prefer a wife who is intelligent enough to handle the finances of the kingdom? or do you prefer a wife who is good enough for diplomatic means?" "Those are only perfect for a political wife, but a perfect wife for me is not just about those things. The lady I need is..." He stopped for a moment to stare at his wife. "... a lady with blonde hair emanating gold like a candle fire behind a window in winter, sparkling like a whisky still, long and free in delicate flares down her back," he added. The queen kept her mouth shut and waited for another word from him. She does want to hear what Shaun wished for in a perfect wife.

She knew he demanded this submission from him. To be his perfect wife. But she cant be his perfect wife. She might have married him but he does not have her heart. She could be his perfect wife only if he had captivated her heart with his charms. Daniyal had her heart. If Daniyal had married her she would have been his perfect wife then. She would do anything to please him and that's all because she loves him and he loves her. Their marriage would have been the most perfect. She wanted Daniyal not him.

She was taught that a perfect lady doesn't cry in public and looks confident and beautiful all the time. "If he's looking at another woman, then you must be doing something wrong. Always be perfect. Do you understand?" Her mother would say. But even after being the perfect wife and vice CEO, she was still struggling to keep her marriage from falling apart. With a heavy sigh, She stood from where she sat and decided to wear a pretty dress. The short tight black dress that Brandon loved so much. "He might have danced with another but he's still my husband. He always comes back home to me right?" She whispered as she started to apply makeup.

I let out all my frustrations at once, “This is not the life I want.” “You don't have to be a good wife. You're my only wife.” Daley looked at me calmly. “So you don't like Robert's wife?” “Yes, I hate her. She is a hypocritical woman.” “Me, too,” Daley said. “But her husband is my future partner, and it's best not to say you hate her in public.” “I know.” “See, how fast you learn.” “Daley, I don't like this life,” I sighed.