The Wife And Her Secret Novels & Stories

Mark tried to clarify his position. “Yes, if you are a secret agent, you will leave your wife alone forever. Secret agents are taught this concept that their wife is not an ordinary human girl, but a strange creature from the sky. This creature has no feelings and emotions. That's why you are afraid to give your personal number to your wife?" Her voice was wet this time. “No, we are told to keep the wife hidden from everyone so that she is safe and no one knows who your wife is.” “I am telling Mark that if you don't come to see me now, I will tell everyone that I am Mark's wife.”

He does it because he wanted to or perhaps he has his reason. She broke the stare with a heavy thought, her mind keeps wandering around in the wilderness. No! she disagreed with the idea that he likes her but it can't be because she is her secretary. Since he is always the one person saving her, does it mean he had been following her secretly? "don't burn the building, the house belongs to my wife," he said sternly and rudely. Sampson laughed from the other side of the line. It's a miracle to hear the word 'wife' from Maxwell THE NO WOMAN man." kill them both" he said finally with no emotion on his face. He can't keep people who are a great threat to him and his secret wife.

She asked bewildered. I nodded my head in response. "Jesus Christ, you're the CEO's wife!" "Shhhhh! keep it down. People are here." I said as she shouted her last words drawing attention to us. "Sorry. You're really his wife? Really and truly?" She whispered with eyes wide open. I nodded my head in affirmation. “Get up, i don’t believe you,” she said. Reluctantly i did, and she came to me and gathered one part of my clothes, making it hug my body.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

My heart aches and I swallow hard, unable to answer. I haven’t even talked to Liam if he will help me out with this Fake husband thing or not. I am not sure what to tell dad. “Answer me Sophie!” Dad asks in anger and I almost flinch. “Yes, Dad. I did.” He looks at me with so much disappointment; it hurts. “She probably married some scumbag. This is why she kept it a secret,” Joy adds, and it serves like an oil in fire. To be honest, I want to punch her face. M is rich and considerate. Probably handsome too. Everything that can make Joy and Nikkie jealous. Too bad he is a secret.

I am married,that to a innocent soul. She is My wife. My Wife. It sounds alien to me. But I have to reveal everything about me. I can't ruin her life keeping her in dark. I have to share my secret to her which I hidden from my family. Then only I can move forward my life with her. Shraddha Aaron Malhotra. Sounds cool to me. ----------

He again strolled closer to her, but her feet froze at his next phrase. "What if I gave you a billion dollars for your ARCER?” Her eyes widen as how in hell he knows about her secret project. Her words stuck in her throat as he kept taking his dangerous steps like a tiger towards injured deer. No way he could know about her ARCER, which she is preparing in her hidden lab in her house with all securities. Kevin was amazed by Maria's known cold gaze turning into shock as they stared at him straight with all her attention. The environment around them was quiet, but her heartbeat of fear was echoing between them.

Sucking in a breath, she left the spare room and went to meet her husband. ~~~ "Come in." Ronan called out when there was a knock at his door, and in strode his wife, and the woman he detested the most. She kept her eyes on him but didn't sit down. The office was an organized one, that showed the taste of the owner. It was her husband's office, and she was his secretary, but she had always felt out of place in it. He looked at her like she was scum, as though he had not just ravaged every part of her body. But she would not cry, not again.

“You know… I’m a simple woman, Adrian.” Shit. My stomach dropped for a bit. This sounded way too familiar. This didn’t sound right… “A secret for a favor,” she echoed back at me in the same manner I did just minutes ago. “Then, we can talk.” I nearly laughed, shaking my head, my eyes on our home appearing right at the corner. My wife was going to be the death of me. This was coming from a man who sold arms and ammunitions to very dangerous people.

“He usually won't need to ask me where his wife is on his own set.” The word 'wife' landed between them like a slash of a knife—sharp, deliberate, and heavy with the knowledge of the secret that must never be discussed in public. Contract marriage. Mutual protection. Mutual performance. And lately, mutual strain that had begun showing in the small things: Lucian arriving unannounced, Serena avoiding eye contact during producer walk-throughs, and in his own admittance, the way Lucian now routed questions about her by himself instead of his own assistant.