The Wife Is First Novels & Stories

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

He laid her on her back and stripped off the small garment blocking his mouth from her. “Let it out for me, my wife,” he whispered, holding her thighs apart as he lowered himself between them. His tongue took full control of her wetness, licking and sucking her as if she were something sweet he refused to waste. His words echoed in her mind. 'My wife.' It was the first time he’d ever called her that while doing this, and the sound of it melted her to the core. With no shame left, she grabbed his head and pulled him closer, pushing his face deeper between her thighs.

She gasped as she realized the proximity of his manhood to her womanhood. She felt his knees slid under hers, lifting her knees and she felt herself opening to him. She was almost paralyzed with fear, but she knew it was time to give her virginity to her husband. Now it was time to start life .She never knew she would love Damian ."I Love you, wife," Damian whispered. Wife! He had called her wife! She was his wife. And now it was time to be his wife!

“Let’s begin.” “Check your phones,” Gerald said. Instantly, the phones of hundreds of The Family members chimed at once. They pulled out their devices and froze. On the screen was a photo of a woman. Fair-skinned. Striking. Her beauty was quiet, but unmistakable. “That’s the boss’s wife.” What?! Everyone’s heart screamed with questions—but outwardly, they remained calm and composed. It was One who spoke again. “It’s your primary duty to protect my wife. Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing—she comes first. Everything else comes after. Including me.”

As a response, I looked away from him as his statement quickened my heartbeats for him and I said " If you call me wife again. I'm telling you Mr. Wright I'll beat you! " " But you are my wife! " he said and kissed my cheeks making me push him away from me and he laid before me resting his head on his palm. " I don't remember marrying you! Strange! " I snapped at him to which he laughed. Yeah, he laughed like a monster and said " You know me well. I don't trust people, never means never. So, do you think I had come in a normal contract with you, huh!? Wife! " his words confused me to hell and I looked at him dumbfounded. Kissing my nose tip he added " You never signed a contract with me. The

Her friend said. “These first wives behave as they had all the whole world under their feet, they see the other wives as nothing and sometimes their husband are so scared of them that if the other wives are not so smart, they will end up frustrating the life out of you and before she did that at you, you do it first, it is called self defence or survival of the fittest.” Her friend advised her. “Go there fully prepared, give it to her hot and even your husband, you will see how humble he would be. If he love his wife, he would not be looking for another.” She explained.

I could imagine his expression perfectly. “Fine. You want the truth?” I asked, lowering my voice. “Yes,” he said softly. “Well… before I ever met you, I was looking for a wife,” I admitted. “Not a husband. A wife. That was the plan. But then you came along and everything turned upside down. The moment I saw your picture, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. When you barged into my office instead of your sister, something inside me just… shifted. I call you Wife because you’re the one I’ve been waiting for all this time. It’s not about making you sound feminine. It’s about the role you’ve taken in my life. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”

“She’s a competent secretary. In fact, my father recommended her, but if you’re uncomfortable with her-” “You’re the one who will work with her. She’s even recommended by your father. I don’t need to be comfortable with her.” Belle turned around to face Nikolai. Her heart was beating fast when he kneeled in front of her. “Your opinion matters to me.” The way he was looking deeply into her eyes was sending shivers down her spine. “Isobelle, you are my wife.” “We’re only staying married for Liam.”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.