The Surrendered Wife Novels & Stories

"My Sweet Surrender" Between the pages was our story, never-ending. The night was young as I was hugging my dear wife, kissing the creamy skin on her neck. She moaned in delight and the angels sang from heaven above. God, those moans will be the death of me. "Y-you knew, before...that I was promised to you. Did you want to marry me back then?" "Yes, but I lost you..." I thought I did. "You didn't need to win me back because you never lost me. I only doubted you because, I thought you're greedy enough to marry for money, and..." Her small voice said. I made her face me and looked for her eyes. Those ocean eyes...

“You said you will be the perfect wife, you said you will never try to run. You also have given me full access…. “ he pauses and darts his gaze to me, his dark eyes scanning every inch of my body. I freeze the minute I recall my own words. What have I done? I said those things to save the kids. If I didn’t, he would have killed them. “I would have said or done anything to save those kids,” I admit softly, a bitter tear streaking down my cheeks. “Even if it means exchanging my life for theirs.” “I know,” he says, his gaze fixed entirely on my body, like he is planning what he’d do soon in his head. “But, you said it to me. And in my world, a promise made to the Don is written in blood. You be

“The board thinks I’ve lost control of my household, and if I can’t manage a wife, they don’t think I can manage a merger. This pettiness of yours is costing us millions. Every minute you sit here playing the victim, another shareholder hits the sell button.” The word pettiness stings more than I expected. I stand up then, forcing him to take a half-step back so we are eye-to-eye. “I walked in on you with my mother, Mark. That isn't pettiness. That is a betrayal that ends a marriage. It isn't a PR crisis; it's the end of us.”

"So, all this time, you were just using me?" "What is there to be proud of in a woman like you? Not pretty, not sexy. I was forced to marry you. Unfortunately, your family decided to throw you away without even a penny from the company." Glara shook her head, staring at Damian in disbelief. She truly didn't recognize the Damian standing before her now. "Just wait, both you and your mother will regret this!" Glara said as she carried her son and walked away from Damian, who watched her with a cynical smile.

was a surrender, a desperate plea whispered against the roaring tide of her fear. The ceremony, a stark contrast between sacred vows and a clandestine contract, unfolded with a chilling grace. The priest's pronouncements echoed in the cavernous space, the words "husband and wife" a stark reality that felt both alien and inescapable. Then, the kiss – a fleeting touch, a brand of possession, a silent acknowledgment of their precarious arrangement.

To be denied publicly by your husband. But I didn’t argue with what he said. I remained composed no matter how much that hurt. I would not fight over the title of Mrs Sullivan. It was something I wanted to give up anyway. So I should thank him for giving me more reasons to give up on this marriage. “Oh okay. Sorry for bothering you, Mr Sullivan. We’ll make sure to treat Mrs Sullivan well.” People had already started to talk. “This place isn’t for lowlives, why come here to pose as someone’s wife so you can get in?”

I can't watch my wife and unborn child get killed because I refuse to surrender. If it was to be an honest fight I won't give in even if it means my death but now that things had turned out to be like this there is no way I would surrender and do all their biddings but all my family members are now in their hands and there is no way I am letting anything happen to them. “I will…..” I was cut off before I could finish my words by Liana. “Not so fast boy, your wife is feeling uncomfortable and even when she is heavily pregnant you didn't ask me to make her comfortable but all you want is to make a deal with us” she said as she walked up to Alicia removing the gag in her mouth.

“Sign, Isabella. Not for me, but for the life of your husband. He comes here expecting to fight for the key. Let him walk away with the prize: two healthy sons. Don’t make him choose between the asset and the carnage of a war waged over a woman in labor.” The pain of a new, crushing contraction slammed into me, forcing a silent cry through my clenched teeth. I fought it, fighting the urge to crumble. Vladimir was close. This was the final, terrible moment. If I signed, I protected my sons and his legacy of revenge, but I surrendered the asset. If I refused, I held the line, but I risked the lives of my children in the ensuing storm.

His chest pulsed underneath my fingertips, it was nearly electrifying. “Oh trust me…, his voice was low and dangerous. “I've seen whores and you, Tesoro, are nothing like them.” “Then what do you mean by this? A marriage contract?” I flipped the pages open, finally able to free myself from his cage, escaping under his arm. “Tessa Hartley agrees to fulfill her wifely duties and submit without any defiance… What the hell even is this?!” I yelled, throwing the document on the ground. It landed with a thud at his feet.

Dymphna. When someone answered, his voice was flat. “This is Lucien Varelli. I want to know how Serena is settling.” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end said, carefully, “I’m sorry?” “My wife,” he said. “She was sent back three nights ago.” The silence changed. When the woman spoke again, confusion had replaced caution. “Mr. Varelli... she was never returned.”