The Temporary Wife Pdf Novels & Stories

"Why call me your wife when you clearly want a whore?" Carlos set the contract down slowly. For the first time, the corner of his mouth twitched, almost a smile. "Because a whore is temporary. A wife is forever. And you, Elena, are mine forever." He slid the papers across the table until they rested in front of me, along with a sleek black pen. "Now initial every page. In front of me. No skipping."

Anirudh said and gave Antara a look that made her actually feel like a prostitute "I am your wife!" Antara said lowly and Anirudh started laughing at that "You remember that now? Did you have temporary memory loss 10 days ago? You forgot that you are my wife? Huh?" Anirudh asked her in an ice cold tone that made her flinch "I am sorry. I do not want to leave you! I understood that there is no way and no one is there for me. I have only you, no one else. I will behave from now on and never try anything." Antara said wiping the tears rolling down uncontrollably

The meaning beneath the words was impossible to miss. Not you. Before I could answer, Vivian spoke in a cool tone. “Mother is emotional after the hospital scare. We shouldn’t attach unnecessary meaning to temporary decisions.” Temporary. I knew exactly what she meant. Temporary wife. Temporary presence. Temporary stain on their perfect family. The humiliation settled hot beneath my skin, but I forced myself to keep my expression calm. “I understand,” I said softly. “I’ll thank her properly tomorrow.” Sienna’s eyes narrowed slightly. She had expected me to react.

I didn’t need to be reacting to her like this, when all I needed to do was make a simple phone call. But, the image of her beautiful breasts were stamped in my mind, and I was having great difficulty removing it. Also, if there was one thing I was sure of, it was the fact that I didn’t want any other woman that was not Elena Richardson. My temporary wife. How hard could life get?

"Well, to me, it's just temporary wife." The statement made me pause to think, and reflect on some things. Temporary? That word again after I've escaped to this place? The reminder I hated with every fiber in me. The reminder that this marriage started as an arrangement, an escape from those that wants me gone, and nothing more. Or at least...that's what I kept telling myself that it is. Penelope noticed my hesitation, and she immediately attacked using that opportunity. More like a shark smelling blood. "You married him because you were desperate to escape your toxic family."

She then says directing her hateful glare down to my stomach, my instinct take over as I wrap my hands protectively down my stomach. “What do you mean by temporary wife? His first love?"I ask confused about this whole trio meeting. “Its like a Damien's association of women fan club. And I don't like the way this meeting keeps making me feel."I thought as I grimace. “Its quite obvious this sham of a marriage won't work”She says .

“Kieran will never love a woman like you. You’re wolfless. You’re weak. You’re nothing.” I yanked my arm out of her grip. “As if you’re one to talk.” Her eyes flashed. “You think your marriage to him is real?” She laughed bitterly. “It’s temporary, just like mine was supposed to be. Just like all the others. As soon as he finds someone better, someone stronger, someone with a wolf, you’ll be gone. That’s what he does: he discards people once he no longer has a use for him, and honey, you’re about as useless as they come. Give it a couple months at most and you’ll be standing where I am right now, watching the next woman take your place.”

I was accompanying my mother-in-law to our family-owned hospital for a follow-up appointment. She had developed a lifelong gynecological condition from complications during my wife's birth. A muscular man passed by, recoiled in disgust, and shuffled to the other side of the aisle before shouting for a nurse. "What kind of hospital is this? You just let any filthy person sit in the waiting area? This old hag reeks. Is nobody going to do anything about it?" The nurse hurried over and recognized my mother-in-law. She held up her hands. "Sir, this patient is here for a scheduled follow-up. We can't turn her away." The man lost it. "What part of that don't you understand? Take this old hag

First, he gives me the most amazing sex of my life, five minutes later, he’s back to being the most insufferable bosshole on the planet. "So, this is a legit contract?" I ask. "Is this even legal?" Maron's brow furrows. "It is. And let's call it a 'temporary marriage' arrangement." “A what?” “You heard me.” Yes, I did. Except I can’t believe what I’m hearing. "I'm not your girlfriend,” I snap, in irritation. “Let alone your wife. And I don't plan to be, either."

He leans closer and whispers in my ear, “Ask away.” I can hardly believe he agreed. Adrian doesn’t seem like the type to accept anyone’s terms. He must really want that painting. I meet his dark, calculating gaze while my mind runs through several thoughts. “Why do you need a temporary wife, Adrian? You’re handsome, rich, and powerful. I’m sure there are plenty of women who’d marry you without a second thought. Why spend millions of dollars when you could have a wife for free?” “Because I don’t want a permanent one, and the business situation right now requires me to have a wife for the next six months.”