The Wife Is First Novels & Stories

I nodded in response to her command. “Once you are married, your husband comes first before yourself or anyone. He is everything to you; his word is law.” She looked me straight in the eyes. “A man's pride is more important than a woman's happiness. Never question his words, and do not humiliate him. “If he becomes agitated, apologize. If he gives an order, you obey.” Her voice was steady, devoid of emotion. “Your role as a wife in this marriage is to support your husband. Men lead, and women follow. That's how power works.”

She said, and I glared at her. “One thing that you are going to need to understand, all of you, is that I have a lot more to think of than just the stupidity of being a wife who does nothing but satisfies her husband, has no life but what HE allows her to have, and being jealous because another woman caught his attention.” I said, and the women glared at me, their anger clear in their eyes as they did. I got up from the chair and walked toward the cashier, ignoring the pain that I felt in my chest, knowing that despite everything, despite my harsh words, that not only was I the first to marry, but I was also the first to lose her life to her ‘husband’.

So it was clear that dying would be an insult to the gods that has been guarding us and taking care of us due the longest times, I had to make whoever has been doing that proud, I am not going to slack off simply because I did not get that one thing that I wanted but looking back it is safe to say that I actually got it, I married him and in our history it would be known that I did , technically I would end up being his first wife who had to move on due to the fact that he chose his mate, I started laughing realizing how cliche it is, because in the real sense she is the real wife I was the impostor.

I realise it’s not the right answer a little too late and add, “I guess. She was okay.” “Hmm.” My head lowers, I press a kiss behind her ear. El needs not worry. Even if Nicole were to be alive, I’ll pick El over and over again. “Are you jealous?” She shakes her head but I see past it. “You are my first kiss.” “You are my first husband.” “You are my first wife,” I reply with a laugh and we start a game of firsts. I’m a lot of firsts for her. First sex. First lover. First heartbreaker. First baby daddy. First dominant. She’s a lot of firsts for me too. First kiss. First wife. First love. First baby mama. First virgin. First everything.

She signed a contract with me, and she must stay with me until I achieve my aim. Initially, she seemed like the perfect fit for my plan, but after discovering she was my mate, it made more sense to call her my wife. Everyone would believe it. My mate, my wife. That’s the name she’ll answer when she’s with me. I can’t wait to hold her hand and show everyone in New York.

he asked, pulling her flush against him. "Indeed I haven’t, but it seems you have forgotten that I am your wife." "What is that supposed to mean?" he asked. "Well, being your wife, I believe that grants me the right to order your servants around," she said. "They answer to both of us, which means I can give them an order with supersedes the one you’ve given them."

“Watch your tone, woman. Learn how to respect your husband while you talk to him.” “What about the husband doing what he’s supposed to do then?” Natalia retorts. Noah starts to laugh, clapping his hands. “Women. All the same.” He stands up and begins to pace around. “I married you, gave you a home, a proper home, not an orphanage. I feed you, I get you the best things to wear and take you out to the best places to see the best things. We have regular intercourse. And you’re telling me to do what I’m supposed to do? As if I’m not doing it already?” He seethes.

“You should have thought about that before accepting to be my wife. I actually don't know why I'm having this conversation with you.” “Then it's futile.” “Yes, you're coming with me because you're my wife!” He snapped. “I'm only your wife by title, maybe I should remind you of that.” It was after she spoke she realized everything, she didn't understand what came over her but she apparently knew she was infuriated by his guts. Perhaps it was because of the stress. She wasn't sure. “For that alone you have no right to go against my words. Do you understand?” Charlene gazed intently into his eyes, she didn't know if she was to say another word or kept silent. “Good.”

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

I kept my face pleasant and didn't pull away. "Adrian, she looks stunning," said a voice from across the table. I looked up. Vivienne Vale. In my first life, meeting Vivienne had been a disaster. I'd shown up in something wrinkled and too big, stuttering through every interaction, too intimidated to string two sentences together. She'd been polite but distant. Unimpressed. I'd spent the entire evening wanting to disappear. Now I looked at her properly for the first time.