To Be A Virtuous Wife Novels & Stories

the priest announces, picking up his Bible. “A man leaves his father and mother and is united with his wife, and they become one flesh. As couples, we sometimes face circumstances beyond our control. In these moments, communication, trust, respect, and other virtues become crucial to navigating challenges. Together, you and your spouse must make a joint effort to resolve these issues. Do not flee at the slightest inconvenience. Every day won't be smooth sailing, but when storms arise, you should face them together, steadfast and united. Couples may now renew their vows,” he announces, ushering me to proceed first. “Today, I renew my vow to you, Valentina Luca, to cherish you, to put you firs

“I want to be his wife, tonight and until forever.” The priest nodded. “Good answers. As the word of God tells us, a virtuous woman is worth more than rubies. The heart of the husband does safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need for spoil. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. Are you this woman for Emiliano.” Before I could answer, Em spoke up. “Father, I assume your next question will be about my virtue. I assume you will ask me if I am a virgin, if I’ve committed any sins…”

My grandfather looked at Violet with an expression that could only be described as bored indifference, as if she were an amusing child daring to speak out of turn, and in that same flat tone he asked, “Then what do you think?” Violet smiled. It was an innocent smile on the surface, but I knew her well. Her eyes held no hesitation, or fear as she answered, “Just because someone gets married doesn’t mean their wife becomes a weakness.” Her voice was steady, clear enough for everyone nearby to hear without her needing to raise it. “I won’t become my husband’s weakness. I’ll become his strength. I’ll guide him when he needs clarity and protect him from anyone who tries to use or harm him.” Her g

After completing all the rituals, the priest announced them as husband and wife. Viren was on the terrace, looking at the star. He was thinking about his life, his wife was waiting for him in his room. He was building courage and strength to start his new life with her. He prays to God to give him strength to become a good husband and good father. He wanted to keep her happy, give everything which she deserves as his wife. Now, he didn’t care about his life or happiness, all that mattered to him was his wife and baby.

He replied with irritation on his tone. I shrugged my shoulder and turned my back on him. "But I will not believed in you that you are clean. I don't even know where you are in those 6 days. What did you do on that days..." I didn't hear his voice anymore so I just closed my eyes. But I could feel his gentle gaze on my back but I just ignored it. I just let the darkness wash over me and fell asleep. They said, as a wife you have a long patience to your husband. Always be humble because that's the job of a good wife. But how I can do that if my husband is an evil?

They paused their own conversation in order to lean in as close as they could to hear what the Baron would dare to say next. Violet, shockingly enough, appeared unbothered by the old man’s impertinent conversation. Her expression remained passive but was slowly cracking from the unexpected smile that pulled at the corners of her mouth. Was she...Laughing? “A proper wife,” she repeated, icily. Her hollow tone actually made all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “So, it’s considered proper for a woman to be treated like a servant, is it? A proper wife is supposed to act as a dormant to her husband’s family—clean up their messes and look the other way when their husband is being unfaith

With slow and silent steps, he followed her and cornered her against the wall, blocking her passage. — Beatrice, do not forget your place - he said with a firm voice, his eyes penetrating her. - You are my wife and you must obey my decisions. The closeness between them was palpable, and Beaufort’s gaze contained an intensity that left her momentarily speechless. Beatrice, however, maintained her resolve, even under the pressure of her domineering presence. She took a deep breath and answered with a firm voice, despite the delicate situation: - Valentin, I’m your wife, but that doesn’t mean I’m just an object of your possession. I’m entitled to choices. You underestimate me a lot.

Isabel wondered. Viso was about to berate Evan for acting like this but Isabel beat him to it. "You are wrong, Mr Evan. You can't compare Viso's love for you with me or someone else. We both hold our respective places in his life. You are his friend but I am his wife and there is an old proverb you must have heard and if not then hear it from me today. ‘A wife trumped all other relations because she is a life partner.’” Evan raised his brows at her answer. Her confidence and her attitude, he was impressed. Viso looked proud of her answer as He squeezed her waist in

"Those vows are only meant for show and never to be taken seriously. Look here, a woman must have five things to keep a man. One, she must have the beauty to keep his eyes off other maidens but that isn't enough to keep the maidens away. Two, she must have skilful fingers that can cook the best delicacies to make a man bite his finger. Three, she must have the bedroom skills that would make a man forget every other woman he's ever been with. Four, she must have decency and character that is patient and yet controlling, in a most fragile way. Five, a woman should be able to deduce when her man has been with another. Do you know why? Because she handpicked his clothes, ironed them herself and

He said, "Darling, you should know your place when you come here, now that you are the wife of Dominic Barker, the wife of the head of the noble family, any word you say must be true. prescribed by standards. You can't just casually say what you think." "All I'm telling you isn't asking for your opinion, honey, I'm informing you of what I'm doing and will be doing, and you just have to listen and follow." Violet winced at this man's hard and serious words, did he mean that she was nothing more than a portable vase: "Are you thinking of me as a portable vase?" "You're not a vase, but you're my wife, Violet."