The Wife Upstairs Novels & Stories

But for one breath she stayed there, pressed close enough to feel the damp heat of his shirt beneath her palm, close enough to know his heart was beating faster than it should have been. So he did feel things. He just buried them well. The older woman at the foot of the stairs had gone pale. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her black dress, knuckles almost white. “Mrs Vale,” Adrian said, his voice low, “who is up there?” “No one, sir.” The phone rang again. Elena looked up the staircase. The landing above was dim, the hallway beyond it darker still. At the far end, one door stood open.

She was small, energetic, and carried herself with the unmistakable confidence of someone who had earned the right to ignore her age. “There you are.” She embraced Elena warmly before stepping back. “I was beginning to think those important meetings had stolen you.” “They tried.” Elena laughed. “But I escaped.” Only then did the older woman notice Adrian. Her eyes narrowed with theatrical suspicion. “And who is this handsome stranger?” Elena looked momentarily uncertain. “This is my husband…” She paused almost imperceptibly before finishing. “…Adrian.” The hesitation lasted less than a second. It still reached him. Mrs. Alvarez welcomed them inside without another question.

He entered his car and rushed home expecting his daughter to run into his arms and cry there but the whole mansion seems dry. The servants were going about their jobs with tensed faces and shaky hands. That was the moment he heard the screams and groans coming from upstairs. He had asked one of the servants what was going on and it was that servant who told him that the madam and the young mistress were yelling at each other, upstairs. He quickly ran upstairs to bring peace once again to his family but halted when he got to the door and heard the loud voice of his wife narrating a shocking story to their daughter. Her voice leaked out of the room.

So she needs to mentally prepare herself by repeatedly telling herself that he isn’t going to make love to her because he loves her but because he needs a child. Her heart felt sour at the thought “Ma’am?” Rosa called when she saw that she was just standing there and not saying anything. Nuella snapped out of her thought, she had forgotten that Rosa was still standing here “I will go up then, good night Rosa” “Good night Ma’am” Nuella took the elevator to the last floor since that was where his room was located. The last floor had a different kind of interior compared to the other parts of the house. She saw two doors and wondered if they were the master's bedroom. She approached one of the

“She meant nothing. She was never your wife in the first place.” Adrian’s eyes darkened, subtle, but clear. Not anger. Something deeper. “She may not be my wife in name,” he said quietly, each word steady, “but she’s the only wife I will ever have in my heart. Remember that.” He stepped closer, not touching, but close enough to make her tense. Then he turned and walked away, heading straight to his study. The door shut behind him with a sharp, final click. Alessia stayed where she was, her fingers curling at her sides. Anger burned beneath her calm face.

"Don't tell me you don't realize that you are now a mistress? You spent time, body, energy, and secretly fell in love with him, but he didn't give you a name, status, and even more so. . . " "Yoseph, please don't say that. I am not Archie's mistress. I am his wife." Emma corrected his words. She felt that these two words were really hurtful. Yoseph looked a little excited when he heard her angry eyes. Only then did he calm down. "Yes, I said it wrong. But in fact, you are such a character. Don't you know what people in the upper class say now? They say that Luisa is the real wife of Grafton Family, and you. . . Are always the third person in the upper class."

But this time, it is as if he cannot see Natalia, as he just walks over her to go up to his room, and then he stops briefly at the kitchen entrance with a small, smug smile on his face. “I did say that you were an incompetent wife after all. Look at the dinner that you had worked hard to prepare. Better hurry before the house goes up on flames, because if it does, and you die,” He turns around to face her almost still form on the ground, her eyes looking up at him and her shoulders quaking. “then that would mean that you died out of neglect for your duties, you selfish, careless woman, and that all your nagging and moaning eventually turned out to be in vain.” He says with eyes that seemed t

“She cannot know… yet.” I lay there trembling beneath him, my pussy pulsing around his throbbing cock, legs still wrapped around his waist, heart racing as the footsteps grew closer downstairs. The guilt and raw need twisted together stronger than ever while his wife moved through the house completely unaware that her husband was balls-deep in her son’s widow upstairs.

Nikki ran behind me as I purposefully strode towards the restroom. We checked the entire stall, but there was no sign of my wife. “Let's check the rooms upstairs,” She suggested when we didn't see her out here. “I checked in the dance floor before I ran outside to check on her. She might be up there.” Without waiting for her to repeat those words, I ran upstairs not mindful of the owners of the damned house. The entire doors up here were closed.

"It's no trouble, love," the older woman said. "You're a breath of fresh air, and you've certainly got his motor revved up," she said, cocking her head towards her husband. "We just can't have you going upstairs half dressed, now can we. Those heathens would be all over someone as drop-dead sexy as you."