The Wife He Thought Was Powerless Novels & Stories

Maybe the sex part didn’t work but she was sure the normal way would work. She walked to the wardrobe and she scrolled through dozens of attired the man had stocked her wardrobe with. He was being delusional and he was stupid for thinking she would marry him because they had a baby together. This was the twenty first century for crying out loud and a man was still thinking she would marry him because he felt like. Sometimes, some people don’t deserve to have the plenty power they do because this was an obvious case of power drunkenness and misuse of power.

"I'm your wife for heaven's sake. Can't you respect that fact? What else do you want? Isn't your dominancy enough? Now you're staying with other women?" A grunt jerked from his nose, then he took a step closer. "Adrienne," he whispered, shooting me the deadliest glare he ever had. "If you do not leave this place now, I promise to make you suffer for it. If you think you'll ruin my night, you're wrong. I'd punish you if you do anything crazy." Huh? This guy was crazy. Would I leave him with another lady? "But why?!" I yelled, burst out in tears, then grabbed the collar of his shirt. What was I doing? "I'm not your slave, Sebastian! I'm not! I'm the woman who loves you from the depth of my hea

She was powerless and could still beat me. "I know all of you think this changes things. Maybe you think that I'm weak and that maybe you don't want to fight along side me but let me tell you this first before you take this moment as weakness." I paused for a second as I slowly walked around and looked at every God and Goddess who was helping pave the way to complete control. Once I was sure everyone was listening I walked to a table and had the prison cell that my beautiful wife was in projecting in the air for everyone to see. Her limp body was laying on the damp floor with nothing but the four walls to greet her when she wakened.

"You're not a vase, but you're my wife, Violet." Before the hegemony and dominance and invisible pressure that this man created, she couldn't face him directly. Violet could see that he didn't respect her but wanted her to be like a useless vase with no voice. Violet didn't bring any dream or hope to the marriage forced by her husband from the beginning, so right now she wanted to make her position clear.

He is the only one I could think that could help us. The man laughs again, the sound cruel and echoing in my ears. “He’s busy. And even if he weren’t, you think he could save you? My men are tearing him apart as we speak. We came prepared, and he’s outnumbered.” My vision blurs as hot tears fill my eyes. All my life, I’ve felt powerless — first when I was bound to a marriage where I was never truly valued, then when I lost my son, and now again, as I lay helpless in the sand.

His body shook in his sleep, his breath ragged, his murmurs barely coherent. He was fighting. She could see it. Feel it. But he wouldn’t wake up. And she couldn’t reach him. “I should be stronger than this.” She whispered the words into the quiet, but they felt like a lie. She used to think she had conquered that helpless girl—the one who had been forced into marriage, stripped of choices, left in the hands of a stranger. But now? Now she felt just as powerless. Only this time, she wasn’t fighting against him.

"When did you get back?" "After she poured the juice on you." Gosh! He heard it all, including I told that bitch he pleaded with me to have sex with me. "I don't want a weak and dumb wife," he claimed, keeping cold as usual. Wife, hearing this word, I couldn't help but open my eyes wide, but I quickly eliminated my fucking impractical imagination. "You know, I think I'm getting influenced by you." "How?" he asked while glancing at me. "I feel strength, like I can face with everything maybe that's the power of being a mother." I answered, staring at his eyes that I couldn't read.

He didnt offend anybody,or any of his rival even knew he was married and she's so innocent that he can't see her hurting a fly than to offend someone. he has failed as her husband, he can't be the mighty CEO he is if he can't protect his family. His sister is still in the hospital recuperating and here is his wife laying down in an hospital bed.... He didnt know the only crime she committed was loving him,but he didnt know the enemy of his romantic life are the closest to him... Damien took Arryas hand as he kissed it and lay beside her.... It was a VIP section the bed was big enough for two people...

, and Maria said no. "You did what you felt and trust me if it was me I would have done the same thing or more worse than this. Coz you know even in this emotional torture going inside you, you didn't accused him nor did you misunderstood the whole situation. It was all bottled up inside you and I'm happy to know that you are a sharp lady. And I'm sure with this smart ass brain of yours will never let your title wife be snatched by anyone. She was and will always be a past and you his present and future being his one and only wife for life", Dia smiled hearing her place was reserved and she knows her place and position was so strong and powerful that everyone will need to bow down near her.

For a moment, I couldn’t answer her at all, as if I had been cornered from every direction. But this was too much. She shouldn’t act like that just to force me into this suffocating lower ground. I just wanted peace. I wanted everything to go smoothly. “Whatever it is you wanted these past few years, haven’t I already given it to you?” I spoke coldly. I pushed aside the thought that I had made some kind of mistake. Deep down, I did feel somewhat different because Cassandra occupied my mind so much, but she is my wife. They don’t understand that, even after getting everything they wanted.