Virgin Wife Novels & Stories

"You're not inexperienced, are you?" In mere seconds, she turned the shade of a tomato, turning her head to the side so she didn't have to make eye contact with me. I shouldn't be surprised by the fact that my wife was a virgin in her late twenties. Cosa Nostra princesses were, after all, sheltered women. I just figured Ariana had gotten more leeway because one, she hadn't been forced into a marriage yet, and two, she lived away from her family. Both were very unusual.

I insisted while grabbing the sleeve of his shirt. "Wife?" Kenneth replied, seemingly clueless. "Yes, I am Vanna's husband!" I insisted and hit him again. Vanna was still in the washroom, so I had some time to wrestle with him. "I don't know what you're talking about!" "I am Vanna's husband!" "I don't know!" "Really now?" I threw a punch at his face. "Oh my god, Magnus!" I heard from somewhere. It was Vanna. I paused a bit and slowly got up. I could see her now. She was wearing a lovely blouse, and her face looked calm. She appeared fine, pretty, and fresh. I wasn't mistaken; she is my wife. She is Vanna Daviro.

She said excitedly. Viren was trying to focus on work, but he couldn’t help but look at his wife who was talking to her friends. She was showing them the private jet. After talking to them, she called her parents and then started clicking pictures with different poses. He was enjoying her antics, he was wondering how long it would take her to accept the fact that she is the wife of a Billionaire. He remembered her blabbering when she saw his mansion,”Wow! It looks like a palace just like a fairy tale.”

But no, Catherine quickly managed to get pregnant again, just to hold onto him for good. But then, Virginia had already enchanted me, so beautiful, so full of life, hot and rich! I managed to hook her, but I didn't count on her family opposing us and I never imagined she would break our agreement, nor did I think that without her, that son of a bitch who was supporting me would leave me hanging.

“Is this about that woman again?” That woman. The words made my jaw tighten. My fingers curled against my thigh as I turned my head, meeting her gaze for the first time since we boarded. “Lexie is not just a woman,” I said evenly, though my voice came out harder than I intended. “She’s my wife.” Honey scoffed, the sound shallow and cutting. “Your wife who left you for another man? Younger and all that, right?” I dragged a hand down my face, forcing myself to breathe before I exploded. My patience was thinning by the second. “Lexie didn’t leave me. She was kidnapped.” The word felt vile on my tongue. “That’s different.”

Maybe even years. Why did we let things go down to this point? Why had we looked elsewhere for what we already had before our eyes? His sighs, the warmth of her skin against mine, his gaze fogged with desire and emotions ... Everything brought me back: Sofia was my wife. The one I liked before everything became a field of ruins. The one with whom I had built a life, even if the foundations had fogged under the weight of our absences, our lies and our silences.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

I ran out of strength and lay still, staring up at the ceiling. "Never thought I'd end up being called the other man online. I'm begging you. Just let me go. Go back to your family." She shook her head, the words spilling out. "I'm divorcing Randall. Once you're better, we'll get married. You'll be my only husband." A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "I don't want that anymore. I'm not marrying you." "What about our kid?" she shot back, her voice rising. "We have a baby together. Don't you want him to have a real family?"