Thick Wife Novels & Stories

He could barely manage one wife, and here in front of him there's a man with seven! "Can you speak a little about each one of them?" Mr. Cuffe manages to ask after recomposing himself. Erik shrugs and replies to the man. "Hmm… Sure. Let's see, in chronological order. My first wife's name is Selena, you already met her, of course, and she is a magical researcher. My second wife's name is Serafall, and she is in charge of Foreign Affairs in her country of origin. My third wife's name is Calypso, she is Greek and has a company that cultivates rare plants. My fourth wife's name is Joan, she is French and takes care of the security of our family business. My fifth wife's name is Leona, she is Ita

Harvey couldn't show his discomfort when Emma mentioned Jethro, he smiled and said, "Of course, he sounds familiar, Jethro is known as the golden man, he's on all the news channels." "Oh, that's right, I forgot. But Harvey, I want to ask you this..." Emma hesitated to ask, unsure if it was appropriate. Harvey put down his phone and listened attentively to what Emma had to say. "What is it? Tell me," he said. "Jethro Thompson is already married, isn't he? And his wife looks just like me, doesn't she?" Emma asked. Harvey burst out laughing, making Emma blush with embarrassment. "Hahaha...Do you really think so? Jethro's wife's name is Gemma Robert, and she is truly a goddess."

“...tonight. Thorne is her husband's name, Cross is her father's. She has a eight year old kid…” I clenched my jaw tight, stopping the cursed words and whatever the fuck wanted to escape my lips from coming out. Someone else touched what was mine. I didn't want to be a step father to no fucking child. “Her husband, Rick Thorne, you should know him…” My brows furrowed before the name clicked. He was the same man who came to my company weeks ago about an investment deal. Now, I feel even angrier. That man was a prick, a fucking weakling, what could she have possibly seen in him to have stayed married to him for that long?

the waiter asked carefully for the third time that night. I lifted my head and forced a polite smile. “Just a little longer.” A sentence even I no longer believed. Today was our third wedding anniversary. Three years of being Evelyn Sinclair, the wife of Damien Sinclair, the heir of the Sinclair family who always looked perfect in the eyes of the world. Young CEO. Handsome. Wealthy. Elegant. Nearly flawless. At least, that was what everyone believed. I lowered my gaze to the wedding ring on my finger and let out a quiet sigh. I did not know when our marriage had turned into something so cold and exhausting.

“Thomas, did you know why I agreed to hold the wedding with Alex? That’s because you’ve always been a pushover like you are now! You never act like a man! You always chose to back off during work and has never surpassed Alex! Even after work you act the same way. You never dared to anger me and even took the initiative to move out of your own house! You’re just a coward!” Before she could finish speaking, a lazy woman’s voice sounded at the door. “Thomas, are you done packing yet? The MPV’s still waiting outside!”

“What’s going on, Tyler? Do you two know each other?” Tyler awkwardly shook his head. “No, we don’t.” With one sentence, he erased my existence as his wife in front of someone else. I swallowed my anger, refusing to make a scene. This wasn’t the first time he had done this. We’d been married for ten years, yet none of his friends knew I even existed. Only his family recognized me as his wife. I took a deep breath and focused on the documents Mindy handed me, sorting through them before handing them back to her.

"A contractual wife?" "Is this how you treated my mother because she was married through a contract?" Alexander asked, his eyes sweeping over everyone, slowly, exerting control. "Your mother was not engaged to your father's cousin, unlike your wife," his other aunt argued, pronouncing the word 'wife' in a low hiss. "She was also from a wealthy family, with status. She brought a company partnership to the table. What is your wife bringing?" I swallowed, every word from Alexander's family making a lump in my throat grow. They were not supposed to get to me because the marriage was not emotionally attached, but they did anyway.

At least those were honest about what they were. “Do you, Mabel Thorne, take Alpha Alistair Blackthorn as your husband and mate?” The officiant’s voice echoes through the cavernous space. Behind us, a handful of Alistair’s inner circle watches with expressions ranging from curiosity to barely concealed disdain. I can hear their whispers even though they think they’re being subtle. “The fourth wife…” “How long do you think this one will last?” “I give her three months, tops…” “Did you see the scars? She looks like she’s been through a war…”

He finally looked at her, and his eyes were cold in a way that made her stomach drop. "Let me be clear about something," he said. "This marriage exists because your father owed my family money he could not repay. That is the only reason you are wearing that ring. Do not mistake this for anything real." "I understand that," Claire said, keeping her voice steady even though her hands were shaking in her lap. "I am not asking for love. I am asking for basic respect since we will be living in the same house." "You will have a room," Nathan said. "You will have food. You will have whatever you need. But do not expect me to treat you like a wife, because you are not one. You are a contract I am fu

Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard. One other thing is I love Kira with all my heart I wouldn’t trade my daughter for anything. She’s the light in the darkness. She is all my entire heart, well half my heart belongs to her father, though I’d never admit it. He smiles. “That wasn’t what I meant. A buddy of mine was speaking about his wife, how when we get home from, they plan to start trying for a second baby.” He tells me. I look up at him. “That’s nice…” I say confused.