Novel & Cerita The Wives

Too strong. We don’t quit, we don’t back down. “Then get off your ass and help us. Help us find these fuckers who are trying to be stupid. No doubt there are witches involved, we should be on the front line,” she said, matter of fact. “Not today,” I said, still not moving. By the time my eyes rolled back to Angel, four of my wives stood next to her, and I was so furious I could burn the place down. So much for family sticking together.

And the teasing — oh God, the teasing. “Emilia, huh? It’s great to finally meet you.” “She actually exists? I could have sworn Calloway was just conjuring you from his imagination. You actually put up with this guy?” “Careful, sweetheart, don’t let him near the grill. He’ll burn your eyebrows off.” The wives are worse. They close ranks around me like I’ve already signed some invisible membership form. One of them — tall, dark-skinned, effortlessly stylish — flashes a grin that’s part warm welcome, part finally, she’s here.

"What nonsense are you talking about? That woman is my wife, Lucia! She gave me her virginity! How can she be your wife?" "Spencer. That woman is Jennifer. She gave me her virginity!" While they were arguing, the two men started to fight and tug at each other. When the other man had enough of them fighting, he shouted. "Stop fighting! Both of you are also looking for your wives! Both of your wives also disappeared a month after you got married! They even took away everything you had! Don't you think there's something wrong?"

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

“Everything with you becomes about us.” “Someone is threatening you.” The line went quiet. Damien lowered his voice. “I don't know who it is yet, but until I do, you're staying somewhere I can protect you.” Sophia swallowed. “I don't need you to protect me.” “Maybe not,” Damien replied. “But you're my wife now.” Her heart tightened at those words. “We're not really married.” “To everyone else, we are.” “And to you?” Damien paused. He didn't know why that simple question suddenly felt so difficult to answer.

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.

Although the men could fool around with other women, there could only be one first wife. Therefore, the first wives would, more or less, look down upon women who were mistresses or concubines. They could not experience the feeling at home during ordinary times, but once they were brought out to such occasions, it was time for them to shine, which could be seen when they looked at Jenna. "Sit down, all of you," of course, none of those escaped from Hansen's eyes. His sword-shaped eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his cold gaze swept over them. He pointed towards the seats next to them, and his voice was calm, but his tone made people feel uneasy.

Next thing we knew, the three women walked forward with smiles on their faces towards us. "Mr Vitiello, Mr Marillo, we have done as you instructed, your wives have each been put through nothing but the best form of care and attention from our very best atendants and are finally ready to receive you" she bowed finally as she gestured towards the circular coors which opened to reveal the absulute goddess that was my wife. My mouth gaped open as I looked at her in absolute shock. The second they walked out of the doors, we both mumbled "Fuck" This was going to be hard

Most of them are Declan's business colleagues and their wives. She must look her best. She heard some of the wives make rude comments about other wives who got divorced. They blame the wives for not taking enough care of their looks to keep their rich husbands interested. She wondered what they talked about years ago when they knew about Declan's affair. Did they blame her too? As if it's not enough to be cheated on, she had to take the blame too. If these are the people she calls 'friends' then she doesn't really have one. But she has to dress up anyway.

Some of them were wives of high-profile politicians, others were married to powerful businessmen whose faces I'd seen on the news. Then came the cartel wives. There were six of them, and the moment my eyes landed on their group, a shiver ran down my spine. Unlike the others, who were chattering and jabbing at one another, these women were a silent, unnerving force. They hadn't spoken a single word since I sat down. They just sat there, nursing their drinks, an aura of quiet, unshakeable power radiating from them. They didn't need to assert their dominance with petty insults; their very presence was enough.