The Wife He Thought Was Powerless Novels & Stories

"Smart guess, Chocolate but you're wrong. A woman is the world's best manipulator. Her intelligence can turn a man's strength against him." "Deep down, we all know this fact which is exactly why the leaders in our world make sure that women never come to the realization of how much power they hold by making them believe they only exist to satisfy pleasure and produce children." "But?" I waited for what he had to say after all his speech. He leaned in so our lips were almost touching. If I dared make even the slightest move, I could kiss him. "But I'm not going to let my wife live on with the same lies. You are intelligent, Pari and you can destroy worlds if you set your mind to. I will not e

Larry's POV There were times when I left to ponder on the extent to which my wife's power were, it was impossible to place a hand on it, to get when exactly it was that she had garnered such a power and if there were ever going to be a time where she would be bound to use it on me, or my people. It was the first time it had come to mind, the thought of her using it on me but I pushed that off, not wanting to believe that she will do such when she knew that I would bare myself to her if that was what she really wanted me to do.

I knew what I was saying and I didn’t need a fortune teller to let me know that William never Carries out his evil works by himself, he lets his pawn of a wife help him with it. I knew how much she craved power and her selfish self just couldn’t watch Kayden try to fight her husband because she knew he was going to win, and the people loved him too. “I…don’t know what you’re talking about, why would you accuse me of doing something like that to Kayden? You think I would really stoop so low so hire a maid to carry out my dirty works? That’s so low and I can’t imagine that you see me that way.” She said, throwing her pity cards in her pathetic tone.

“You should be grateful you get to exist under his roof. The least you can do is serve him properly, or he’ll throw you back where you belong.” My breath hitched but I still didn't react. Clair leaned closer, whispering the final blow, “And let’s not forget, Vera, you’re barren. A wife who can’t even give her husband a child. Tell me, what good are you? You’re just a burden he has to endure to keep his reputation clean.” My vision blurred. Heat surged in my veins, and before I could think it through, my palm landed on her face, so hard that it resounded in the hall.

He pulled out his phone and called his wife. "Darling, you are a badass." "I don't like that woman clinging to you." "I can take care of her, but since you are that possessive and always efficient—I'll let you deal with her." "I hate that woman." "Why?" "You'll know soon." He hung up, and a smile curved his lips. He hadn’t been wrong in choosing who to marry. Though he held great power in his hands, it wasn’t enough to satisfy his wife. The challenge and the possessiveness she gave him were just too thrilling. He loved it. Soon, after the launch, everyone would know how powerful he could be—just for his wife.

Every month a cycle of hope and heartbreak, every night a reminder of failure, every embrace a duty more than a desire. Still, she forced a small nod. “I know.” He reached for her hand under the blanket, his grip warm, searching. “Let’s not give up. God’s timing is perfect, Emelia. We have to keep believing.” She swallowed hard, unable to find words. His faith was unwavering, his heart good. And yet, in the pit of her soul, she knew belief wasn’t her problem. It was desire. Because even now, as her husband pleaded for closeness, her thoughts were elsewhere—drawn to another man who had no right to occupy her.

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

Now she expected me to believe her power was enough? I couldn’t do it, she was powerful, I knew that, but she was my wife. When I looked at her, I didn’t see an all-powerful woman. I saw my wife. Nothing more. “Helena, do not make me do this without you.” the way she looked at me told me two things. One, that she was still angry about what happened yesterday. Two, she hated that I was treating her like a helpless woman.

Why did I love her so much? When she reached for my pants, I pushed her hands away. “I’m married.” She raised an eyebrow. “What does that mean?” “That I can’t do this.” I got to my feet without any regret even when I was ticked at my wife, it didn’t change how I felt even when I was in a dark room with a beautiful woman, I wasn’t tempted to betray her because my dick wasn’t even hard. Why did my wife have so much power over me? Why was she the only woman I wanted to be with? Why did I feel like shit just for looking at someone else?

He had already experienced marriage, had given it years of his life, and had eventually watched it crumble beneath the weight of circumstances neither he nor Nady had managed to overcome. Why should he put himself through the same experience again? For a long time, he had considered his solitude a form of freedom. There was no one waiting for him to return home, no arguments over the time he spent at work, no expectations he had to fulfill beyond those attached to his business and family responsibilities. He could make his own decisions without having to consider how they might affect a partner. He had grown comfortable with that arrangement. He had even begun to believe that women no longer