The Younger Wife Novels & Stories

I looked at the sisters on stage, and my vision dimmed as a strong wave of hatred rose in my chest. In my last life, after spending time with the seven sisters, I felt most drawn to Kara Jennings, so I chose her to be my wife. But in the end, she pushed my grandmother off the second floor, killing her on the spot. After that, Kara teamed up with her sisters, took over my family's assets, and locked me in the basement. The basement was dark, filthy, and suffocating. They even brought my driver's son, Oscar Warner, just so he could watch and laugh at my misery.

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.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

I stood at the door of the church chapel and watched my wife, Olivia Spencer, lean into the arms of another man. That man was my younger brother, David Spencer. David complained, “This rosary really digs into the skin.” “Then, take it off for me.” Olivia had always treasured her rosary. She would not even let me touch it. Yet, my brother was teasingly lifting it between his lips and pulling it from her neck. He tossed it to the floor like it was worthless.

“You piece of trash! Your wife just died, and you dare seduce my wife? Disgusting!” Before I could speak, he rushed forward and swung at me. “I will destroy your face! Let’s see you try to seduce her again!” The crowd whispered among themselves. Not a single person spoke up for me. “So, he has been eyeing her all along. Disgusting. Men really turn into beasts once their wives are gone.” “His wife has only recently passed, and he is already thinking dirty thoughts. Who knows what else he has done behind the scenes?” “He always acted like a devoted husband. Who knew that he would go after her too? He’s worse than an animal.”

Still choosing something for himself. A beautiful, younger woman a few seats away caught his eye, raised her glass slightly, then went back to her phone. No pressure. Just acknowledgment. It made him smile. She looked twenty-three or younger, but with her youthful face, there was no way she was anywhere near his wife’s age. Cassia was twenty-seven, while he was thirty—maybe that’s why she never respected him. “Why am I thinking of her?” He chose to forget his wife, even if it was just for a few hours.

" Master was not in the mood to get married but because of young miss's order, he married them. some were divorced by the young miss's command. if the young miss doesn't like them. the young miss will make the master divorce his new wife within one day. And some have died in the attack. After the young miss's death, Master finally married you after two years " said the second maid. attack??? is he a terrorist?? " young miss? is she the sister of Alex? " I asked them. they nodded their head. " Is he so obedient to his sister?" They again nodded their head. I took the bottle and was about to go out of the kitchen. a question came to my mind. my mind will not be peaceful without knowing the ans

“Hahaha, Young Master Ye and his wife are so in love. I’m so envious.” Xu Yi said slowly, “We can’t compare to President An. You’re still so hale and hearty despite the years. You are old but your wife is young. This alone is already something that everyone is envious of. Your wife is so good. When you’re in your prime, she can be your wife. But when you’re in your later years, she could be your daughter to serve and look after you. She could even arrange a proper burial for you after you die. With this in mind, how would our Young Master Ye compare to President An? You are so blessed.”

"I told myself it wasn't my business. That you'd made your choice. That interfering would just make things worse." "Why didn't you?" I asked. "If you knew, why did you stay in the shadows?" He was quiet for a long moment. Then: "Because I'm the younger one. Between Adrian and me. That's all I can say." The younger one. The words settled over me, heavy with implication. I thought about it. About the Vale family dynamics. About how Lucien was clearly the brains behind Vale Enterprises, but let Vivienne run it publicly. About Mrs. Vale's venom whenever Lucien was mentioned. About Adrian's constant need to prove himself.

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.