Who Is Rimuru Wife Novels & Stories

Someone moved in the darkness, and fear wrapped around me like a vise. “Good evening ma’am,” the voice said, and the person stepped into the light. It was the house manager, and from the snippets of conversations I’d been able to pick up, her name was Maya. “Is there something you’d like, Mrs Vilarez?” she asked, eyes squinting. “We can have it brought up to your room.” Mrs Vilarez. The words stuck to my skin, oily and distasteful. It made my mouth bitter, and twisted my stomach into painful knots. I was only his wife on paper, nothing else. It made me feel less like a person, and more like a possession. His possession.

The twins stopped crying as they stared at each other while giggling. “So, your surname really sound familiar,” “Sinclair?” Ramona repeated, and Mrs Valencia hit Ramona's arm repeatedly as she remembered where she heard the surname from. “You are Sebastian Sinclair wife, wow you are really suffering,” Ramona chortled, why is she so straightforward?? “Yes, I'm not suffering, I'm just hustling with my husband. He's also hustling but I'm hustling to support him” She explained, and Mrs Valencia nodded in affirmative. “That's true, you are really supportive unlike other wives that depend on their husband for every little thing. Don't worry you are employed here already, for this impressive act yo

Lev smiled at me. "Hey" I said to him. "I don't think they are here. They must be in their resting room." She said as she gently dragged me there. We went there and I saw three women sitting on the couch discussing, they stopped talking when they noticed our presence. "Who is she?" One of the women asked Aurora as they all looked at me strangely. These people ain't smiling at all. "Come on, aunty Kira. This is Irina. Roman's wife." She told them dramatically.

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

“You’ve gone too far! I used to be your wife, Damian! You should still respect me.” Damian tightened his embrace around Tamara, his tone unwavering. “One thing you need to know. Your status as an ex-wife doesn’t give you any right to disrupt this family. Now I belong only to Tamara, and she’s the only woman I recognize as my wife. So don’t ever think you can come back into my life.” Tamara looked at her husband with pride. A small smile appeared on her lips, warmth spreading in her chest because Damian always stood by her side.

Laughter erupted between them, light and healing. Just then, August peeked his head in. “Ah, so you’re the one delaying her, Chisom.” “Ahh! Bro August, abeg o! My hand no dey inside.” Chisom raised her palms in mock surrender. She rose from the bed and dusted off her dress. “I should be going. It looks like Mr. Romantic wants to take his beautiful wife out. Let me not interfere.” “Love you, babe,” Emelia called after her. “Love you more!” Chisom blew her a kiss before leaving.

Before I could start breathing normally again, the door to the dining hall opened and someone filled with elegance and ego walked in with confidence, not like a nervous wreck like me. “Darling Elena,” Chiara walked in like a runway model. She was dressed in a white jumpsuit with gold detailings and heels that clicked hard against the marble. She was a vision of rich privilege and subtle venom. Wife of Luca Moretti—Dominic’s younger brother—and the unofficial queen bee of the Moretti wives. “I didn’t expect you to be up this early,” she added with a warm and syrupy sweet tone. “I assumed you would be recovering.” Recovering?

Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy A trace of panic flickered across Krystal’s face. She averted her gaze and held her tongue. Dale Abbot, on the other hand, approached me with two glasses of red wine in hand. He said, “Don’t get upset, sir. Since you can’t give Ms. Markham kids, she borrowed my sperm to produce heirs. No one is taking your place as her husband.” While downing the glass of wine, Dale handed me the other drink and uttered, “I’m counting on you to take good care of my children.”

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

The Imam who was going to solemnize their nikah firstly wrote the name of the girl going to be married and in their case, he wrote Rumeysa's official name, Rumeysa bint-i Ismail. Next, he wrote the name of Rumeysa's wali, who happened to be Humeyra. Though she was not physically present, they were going to conduct the Nikah with her on the phone. Present with them, were two men Swabir and Abdullah, Muntaha's right-hand man, who would act as their witnesses.