The Perfect Wife Novels & Stories

Caraline snapped, "only misfortune and misery deserve your company." "Then for the woman who is my wife, what do you consider her?" asked Deric with a calm expression. Caraline's face turned bright red. Her body tensed up until her back moved away from the back of the chair. She just realized that her status with the man beside her was husband and wife. How could she forget that annoying fact? "Shut up," Caraline said with both hands clenched tightly.

Amanda may possess a clingy nature, but she knows better than to overstep her boundaries. She embodies the epitome of the ideal wife for me—a woman I can effortlessly control. My family, particularly my mother, has incessantly pressured me to marry. With Amanda by my side, she will no longer have grounds to meddle or subject me to blind dates. Marriage becomes a simpler prospect when the woman in question is malleable. She can bear my child, and we can amicably part ways thereafter. Continuing the Byrd lineage is of paramount importance to my family, although the notion leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Personally, I hold no affinity for children whatsoever.

Hamilton said and turned his gaze to Chico and Thomas whose gaze was on him. “Wife?” Monalisa spat out loud, glaring at Hamilton as she never saw it coming. “Yes, you are my wife now Monalisa,” Hamilton said as he shot her a wild glance for interrupting him. Monalisa bit down her lower lip, trying to force herself to keep cool at the moment as she knew she cannot go against him, especially not here in the arena. “I would not have anyone disrespect my wife, Monalisa,” Hamilton continued, turning his gaze back to the crowd. “And I do not want to hear anyone beg to be turned into one of my kind,” Hamilton added, peering in Felicia’s direction.

By the time the rest of us stumbled out of bed, she had already prepared breakfast, set the table, and even started cleaning, as if proving her worth with every chore she completed. And after she got married? She became even worse. It was as if being a wife had amplified her need for perfection. Her house was always spotless, meals prepared with care, and she never allowed herself a moment of rest. She played the role of the ideal wife with precision, as though she believed love was something earned through effort rather than simply given.

"Not your business." Jared's eyes lit up with rage. He grabbed her chin, leaning in way too close. "Lucia." His voice dripped with venom. "Can't survive without a man, huh?" The insult should've burned—but she felt nothing. Cole jumped in, trying to defuse it. "No, it's not like that. Lucia and I—" She shut him down fast. "Yeah." Her smile was ice. "What can I say? My own husband couldn't get the job done. What was I supposed to do—die frustrated?"

Fucking great! I scanned around, looking for one particular person—my wife. When I did finally locate her, she had her eyes fixed directly on me. I walked up to her, probably anticipating what I had to say about marriage because Lola and I know nothing about it. "Marriage isn’t for two perfect people; it’s for two imperfect people who walk hand in hand through the good times and the bad on their way to becoming perfect together. Through the process of marriage, we converge toward a common goal of perfection. I was probably around 16 years old when I first met my wife, and she was probably around 9 years old at the time. When she approached me, I saw her as this annoying girl who had just mov

“You can’t hide the truth forever, Martha. I’ll figure it out, and when I do, you won’t like the outcome.” With that, she strutted out of the house. The door clicked shut behind her, and I rolled my eyes at her empty threat. Still, the unease lingered. I sank into the couch lost in my thoughts for a while. The door to the laundry creaked open distracted me and I turned towards it to see, Carolina as she came out, her steps hurried as she approached me. “Is that Peter’s wife?” she asked, curiosity written all over her face. I nodded. “Yes, that’s her.”

“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 said, and I could not believe she spoke like this. “Men don't love wives who nag or are too demanding! I am trying to be perfect for you, my man!” She said, and I chuckled.

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"?