The Surrendered Wife Novels & Stories

“What? You are joking, right? Do you think you can get in and out? With your wife? Look, Zade, let it go. You can't get your wife back, get married to someone else, ladies love… “ he trailed off seeing Zade’s death stare and gulped. “I am trying to do you a favor here, okay? No one survives in the Berserkers’ den! Your wife is gone, I am sure she is way out of the country by now, or dead maybe. You can't save her, there is no saving someone who has been taken by the Berserkers.”

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h

I fucking lost a billion dollars deal because of her husband . " your wife is quite beautiful aiden " "You can keep her if you want " he spoke instantly ,if he thinks that baiting his wife for his sins can save him then he is ultimately wrong because his death had been already written by my hands the time he decided to betray me . "Hmm what if i let her soft tender like flesh to get used by men present here infront of all wont you mind " his wife seemed innocent in all this the way she was trying to surpress her cries by her palm was showing how much she want to scream . Her eyes were filled with tear gazing at her husband with a hope to deny but as much as i know that he will say yes .

But my screams were muffled as he captured my lips with his own. Realizing that resisting him was futile, I stood there without any reaction, simply waiting for him to finish. When he noticed my cold demeanor, he stopped kissing me and locked eyes with mine. "Didn't we have an agreement? Didn't I tell you to break up with him?" he questioned. "I truly want to make you my wife. Why do you insist on making me resort to illegitimate means to win you over?” I raised an eyebrow and interrupted firmly, "I didn't promise you anything. I said I would think about it. And since you're asking now, I'll give you my decision. I'm not going to—”

They did not dare call his mom anymore, but they still made the rumors reach her ears. To tackle those rumors, the best idea was for Serenity and Tania to appear together to show that they had a good relationship. Zachary was unhappy that his wife, who was initially accompanying him to his lunch engagement, was snatched away by his mother. However, he could not fight against his mother for his wife. “You can borrow my wife if you want to. Just remember to return her to me at night.” The possessive Mr. York had no choice but to hand over his wife.

Days turned into months, still Adrian remained distant, controlled as always. To him, the marriage was nothing more than a family arrangement. He believed his wife was Alessia Vale, the spoiled, selfish heiress the world whispered about. Yet he couldn’t ignore the fact that the woman he married... she was different. Calm. Observant. Quietly intelligent.

Caroline was furious and tried to break free from Johan's subordinates who tied her hands with a large and strong rope. "You mustn't mention another man's name in front of your husband, darling." Caroline spat in Johan's face in disgust. Johan took a deep breath and did not accept Caroline's disrespectful treatment. Finally, he drugged his wife and Caroline became unconscious. "Sir, where are you taking this woman?" "To the next playground," replied the enigmatic Johan.

“It’s proof that the script of our lives is not written by those who betray us, but by our strength to rewrite the ending.” Miles away from the glittering celebration, on a damp sidewalk that smelled of garbage, a man in a worn jacket stood frozen in front of a closed electronics store. Dewangga Nasution stared at the row of televisions behind the glass, still broadcasting the live coverage of The Betrayal’s grand premiere. He shivered—not only from the cold night wind cutting through his thin jacket, but from the pain spreading through his body as he watched Serena shine. He saw his wife—his former wife—now looking ten years younger and a thousand times more powerful than she had ever been

"One word. That's all it takes." My chest heaved, my limbs trembling. And the image of those men... the lighter... the blood- It all screamed one thing: I couldn't survive this alone. "...Fine," I whispered. "Yes." He turned slowly, his eyes gleaming wickedly. "Yes, what?" If survival meant surrender, then maybe surrender was the only choice I had left. "Yes... I'll marry you." A muscle jumped in his jaw. "Say it properly." "You win. I'll be your wife."

And that's why Airin finally said, “You say you want to have an obedient wife? So go on. Tonight, pretend that I'm that kind of wife.” Although her words did not imply complete surrender, Sakha still thought it was a surrender. His laughter then floated in the air. “Whole-heartedly or half-heartedly, still it's called giving up,” he muttered, before bringing their lips back together into a hot wet kiss. This time, Sakha didn't hold back anymore. And Airin didn't refuse either; lying resignedly under her husband's control, enjoying his intoxicating touch and making her forget herself. Sakha undressed and removed the rest of the clothes attached to his wife's body.