Widows Of The South Novels & Stories

I heard a group of women talking near a rack of dyed wool. "—married on the full moon," one was saying, her voice a sharp whisper. "They say she broke a northern girl’s nose in the dirt before the vows were even cold. A Southern girl. With the Butcher." I stopped walking. A Southern girl. The butcher had married a Southerner? That was a massive piece of information. If the Alpha of Ironmaw was mated to a Southern woman, my job just got a whole lot easier. I spotted a merchant sitting under a canvas awning. He had small, delicate jars of preserves and a row of glass bottles filled with an amber liquid.

His dead body was laid on the floor covered with a white sheet with people surrounding him and a woman over his chest as she wept like a woman who is sincerely in vain at his departure. While me. I sat out of all those people away from the body leaning back to the pillar with my legs cuddled to my chest, my hands around my legs as I looked at her with zero expression as the tear strains on my cheeks itched. I'm outcasted from his people while I'm his wife. I don't understand anything. I was married just yesterday and I became a widow today. And no one came to console me but strangely three women who are his mother, aunt, and sister were consoling that particular woman while I am staring at t

"Don't you dare try to talk sense into me! You promised, Ricardo! Do you remember? The night Mom was thrown out? We sat in the dirt behind the garden and you held me. You said, 'Maria, I will always take care of you. I will never let anyone hurt you again.'" Tears began to stream down her face. "And now look at me! My husband is a traitor who tried to kill me. My marriage is over. My body is broken. And yet, you stand there protecting the sister of the man who did this? You are a liar, Ricardo! You chose a village girl over your own blood!"

She said as he handed over Victoria’s picture to him. “It seems like lately Ian has taken some interest in this woman. Her name is Victoria Howler. She is the widow of Wilfred Howler. Initially I thought their relationship is strictly business but rumors and pictures have been circulating lately that indicate otherwise.” She explained. Cedric raised his brow, still not getting his sister’s plan. “Okay, so what are you thinking of?” He asked.

Three months ago, my husband, Second Lieutenant Daniel Hawthorne, and his older brother, Thomas, were deployed to the front. A month later, only Daniel came back. Thomas was dead. In a time like this—when cities burned overnight and lives disappeared without warning—a widow had no ground to stand on. Eleanor, Thomas’s wife, unraveled quickly. She cried until her voice broke, starved herself, wandered at night as if hoping the war might take her too. She tried to end her life.

Wilson sighed and announced, "Whoever gets engaged to Rowan will inherit 75 percent of the company's shares and become the heiress to the Whitmore family. Today's the day we make the engagement official." Raina lowered her head, smoothed her dress, and lifted her chin as she reached to hook her arm through mine. But the confidence on her face froze a heartbeat later. Wilson took my hand and Elara's, placing them together. "Rowan, I'm leaving my sister in your care. Take good care of her."

“And not just the coin. They were trained—tacticians, not thugs. They moved like professionals. They meant to erase me tonight. Not just send a message. But they made one mistake.” “What?” “They let me live.” She rose, moving closer, lowering her voice like someone afraid to name the devil aloud. “Alex… if the Widows are really back, that means someone gave them permission. They don’t move unless someone pulls the strings. They’re like ghosts—they don’t rise on their own.” He met her eyes. “Dominic doesn’t have that kind of pull.” “But someone does,” she said quietly. “Someone from the old bloodlines. Someone who was buried with our fathers.”

I had heard about the place I was now driving into, the residential area called Widow’s Retreat, because of the many wealthy widows who had bought homes or stayed in this beautifully designed, clean area of the town. I stared out, looking at the houses we passed, barely aware of the scenery or the palatial condos we were driving past. * The Widow’s Retreat Residences was supposed to be the apex at which life and play converge. Positioned at the highest elevation in the region, the luxury condominium residences combined expansive sunset and golf course views with exclusive amenities that took luxury living to new heights. I had heard Dad speak about it to Heather once while we were at dinner.

I reached up and touched my chin; it was still warm where he had pinched it. This road to widowhood seemed far more difficult than I had expected.

Fortunately, they had kind neighbors who secretly gave them harvests. Feeling that her plan had failed, Yuan chose to exile herself to a big city. Years later, she met Alexander, a wealthy man who was captivated by her. They married and had a child named William. But just as she gave birth to Nathan, she heard news from her family back home about Arumi’s death.