The Wife He Thought Was Powerless Novels & Stories

Enzo replied smoothly. And that was when it began to make sense. These were his men. Just like the ones back home. I stood frozen, unable to wrap my mind around the sheer reach of the man I had married. This wasn’t just wealth. It was power. Real, commanding, effortless power. I thought back to the day I stood at the altar, months ago, believing I was being handed off to a blind, pitiful man in a marriage that wasn’t even mine to choose. But that man—my husband—had more influence in his silence than most men with perfect vision could ever dream of.

No matter how much I try to deny it, she was right. I am useless to my husband. I can't help him in any way. “I told him about this before… He needed a woman that could be by his side, a woman that could help with everything he needed. But he was too blind. My wife is strong, he said. My wife can handle everything, he said. Blah blah blah. But look at the same wife walking into my traps every single time…” “That's enough, Catherine. You've mocked me enough. And you're right. Maybe I am useless after all. Does this mean you're useful?” I questioned and she sneered, a satisfied look on her face.

Certainly not me. I was his wife, but in his eyes, I was nothing more than a pawn in a game of power. A prize to flaunt, an ornament to be placed in his gilded world. He could buy anything—anything—but not love. Not real love. He didn’t understand it. And I... I wasn’t sure I could teach him.

“I said shut the fuck up!” The wife laughed, a low, dangerous sound. “Bree, I think you don’t understand the whole thing here. The problem is we are using your weakness against you. I am fully aware that you love my husband. I gave him the right. I told him to make sure you swim in those weaknesses...so you would stay...But unfortunately, I wasn’t aware it would be so easy for you to get pregnant. I thought it would take you a long time before you let him pour his sperm inside you.” She paused, smirking. “Or maybe you were just cheaper than I thought.”

"What specifically?" "Seeing him. Being in the same room. Having him look at me while I describe what he did." "He'll be in handcuffs. Surrounded by guards. He can't hurt you." "He can still make me feel small. Still have that power." "Then don't give it to him. You're not that woman anymore. You're not his wife. Not his victim. You're the woman who survived him. Who built a new life. Who's getting married in six weeks. He has no power over that woman."

"You know. Function properly." My hands clenched into fists at my sides. She was talking about Vito—the man I'd married in her place, the man who'd chosen another woman over me but was still technically my husband. The man I'd promised to honor and protect, even if he'd never given me the same courtesy. "My husband," I said through gritted teeth, "is the most powerful man in New York. He's intelligent, successful, and—" "And confined to a wheelchair," Isabella interrupted with a laugh. "Poor Sophia. Always settling for the leftovers."

"Keep two men on quiet surveillance around the facility. Do not approach him. Do not make a scene. Just ensure the timeline remains fragile." "Understood. You want to use the brother?" "People are remarkably cooperative when the things they love are held over open flames," I replied smoothly. "He isn't a person. He is leverage. Treat him as such." "Yes, sir." I hung up the phone without another word and placed it neatly back on the desk. Isabella Hart thought she had built a second life. She thought an alliance with the weak, groveling husband who had once signed her freedom away would be enough to stand against me. She thought she was a warrior now.

She thought her father’s influence gave her the right to dictate terms to me. She just needs to be taught a lesson, I thought, gripping the edges of the bar counter until my knuckles turned stark white. Once the ring is on her finger, once she understands who holds the power in this dynamic, she will fall into line. A wife obeys her husband. It is that simple. "You look like a man who is watching his empire slip through his fingers," a smooth, unfamiliar voice whispered beside me. I snapped my head around, my jaw clenching in immediate irritation.

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

My husband Michael Leigh's first love, Emily Messier, comes back from abroad and invites us to dinner. For two straight hours, Michael and Emily spend the whole time talking to each other. For half an hour, Emily keeps the conversation on me, from what I wear and what I do for a living to how much I make. "You used to go for the artsy type. Guess your taste has changed." Emily smiles and glances at me. Michael cracks open a crab leg and puts the meat on her plate before answering with a smile. "Dating and marriage are two different things." Then he turns to me. "Right?" It's the first thing he's said to me all night. I set down my fork and meet his eyes. "Right. That's why I'd never