The Surrendered Wife Novels & Stories

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.”

(Baroness Sunday Sunders) Baroness Sunday Sunders, Baron Sunders current official wife, boldly claimed that she is Innocent, and just another wife that were about to be executed along side his husband. “Innocent?…you raped and killed countless men behind your husband back….you kidnapped young woman and girls to please your husband and sons……you even dared to reached your rotten hands on my people….Innocent?…you?….if not for my mood already ruined…I already decapitated your head the first time I saw you……”.

Without thinking about the desperate measures I might have to take, or the mistakes I have already made, I replied immediately, “Yes!” “I will be your contract wife and so be it!” After I replied, everything was blurry. I was losing myself and I had no control. I couldn’t help it, I saw myself falling to the width of the mansion floor. Everywhere was pitch dark. Was this the end? I didn’t understand what was going on, but I was deeply sorry for Valerie. Even when she did him badly at some point, I had no right to cross the lines of getting married to her ex-fiancé.

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

She says, smiling at them. “This is my wife. Now you can give her all your praises.” Edward said, sounding very pleased. “The party was so beautifully decorated, and I’m honoured ro have experienced being surrounded by such non living beauty, even if the abstract art seem to come to life sometimes.” “Oh really? The pleasure was and still is mine, Mrs Shaw, thank you very much.” Edward’s wife says with a large smile to Natalia and sends a cropped version of her original smile to Wendy. Natalia, noticing the tension quickly speaks up. “My husband is waiting for us. We have to go.” She smiles.

She yelled again. Eden was no longer able to defend himself. He sat in his chair with a horrified look. Not because he felt guilty, but because his beloved wife had found out the truth and she would surely hate him after this. “I hate you, Eden Black. From now on, I don’t want to have anything to do with you. It’s done between us!” She screamed one more time before eventually passing out from fatigue. Eden panicked when he saw her suddenly going unconscious like that. "Karina, hey-"

Pleasure ripped through my entirety and I could feel the nut coming, I braced for it, raised my leg on the desk and pressed her face down with it as I rammed into her. “Fuck!” I roared, and the door flew open, my pregnant wife ran in, “Mateo….” She stopped horrified by what she saw. I saw her face, the heartbreak in her eyes as she witnessed Micola’s brutal surrender to my will. I maintained eye contact with her as I dug deeper into her pussy, tears streamed down Ariana’s face and still, they were not enough. I wanted to punish her. She staggered backwards until the soldiers came and she surrendered.

The city lights reflected against the windows. The anniversary cake remained untouched. The divorce papers remained open in front of him. For years he had believed that his marriage was one of the few things in life he never needed to worry about. Because Elena would always be there. Because she always had been. Tonight, for the first time, Adrian Whitmore looked at the signature line at the bottom of the page and realized something he had never considered before. His wife was preparing for a future that did not include him. And he had absolutely no idea when she had started planning it.

Without waiting for any more words from him, I turned and ran out of the mansion. Back at the reception hall, most guests were gone. Only Seraphina Sterlings remained, commanding her small circle. her black turtleneck gown, sleek pixie coils, and calm yet intimidating demeanor. “Hi, Mrs. Seraphina,” I said softly. “Follow me,” she commanded, leading me to the balcony. She stopped and showed me the phone in her hand. “Explain this,” she demanded. On the screen was a photo of me in my wedding dress, sitting alone at the reception. The bold headline screamed: “The Sterling Bride Abandoned at Her Own Wedding.”