Wife For Rent Novels & Stories

A small handwritten note had been added beneath the final clause. Her eyes narrowed. “This wasn't in the original contract.” Damien's expression changed. Sophia pointed at it. “What does this mean?” Damien looked at the note. For the first time since he had entered the café, his confidence disappeared. Sophia slowly read the words aloud. “The wife must never investigate the circumstances surrounding Richard Reed's downfall.” Her blood ran cold. She looked at Damien. “What does my father have to do with our marriage?” Damien said nothing but his silence made Sophia's heart began pounding.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

"Your wedding? Sylvia, are you delusional? Have you finally lost your mind?" My face burned. "I didn't mean—" "Oh, I think you did." She stepped closer, her smile gone now, replaced by something cold and sharp. "Let me make something very clear. This is my wedding. My fiancé. My day. Ivan is mine now, he chose me, he proposed to me, he's going to marry me. And you are just the help I hired to decorate my perfect day." I opened my mouth to respond, but she wasn't finished.

It was very likely that this young woman had applied for it or had even been at the Foundation at some point. "Crusher has guts," he thought. He knew firsthand how demanding women like her could be—so full of vitality, so full of ambition. Marrying her must not have been difficult for a man like Daniel, a long-time widower with no serious relationships, an impeccable reputation, and his infamous arrogance. But it was obvious that the lady in question held the reins; for her to seduce him and get him to sign a marriage certificate, she must have been very skilled in her craft.

When I could afford lawyers, when I could figure out how to divorce a man who'd escaped federal custody and had resources I couldn't match. "Well," Maria said pragmatically, "there's a little apartment above Mrs. Henderson's garage. She's been looking for a tenant, someone quiet and responsible. Rent's cheap, and she doesn't ask for references if you can pay first and last month up front." Mrs. Henderson. The irony of the name wasn't lost on me, given that the head housekeeper at Wakes's estate had borne the same surname. But this Mrs. Henderson was apparently a sixty-year-old widow who rented out her garage apartment to help pay property taxes.

She thought as they walked through the street looking for a house which she could rent right now so they could settle down and went to visit her husband tomorrow. The Dawn is setting in so quickly. Mrs Leah halted when he saw a bill_board on a wall... "Written, house for rent,..contact?" Without hesitation. She walked to the old looking shattering bungalow house as she knocked at one of the three doors. In a minute. A middle-aged woman came outside. "How can I help you? The woman asked to chew drumsticks of the chicken which was in her mouth. Isabella looks elsewhere as she almost pukes out, "seeing how the woman was looking and she's kinda smelling.

Only then would I be sure he loved me and wouldn’t hurt me again. When I got home, Rita and I started looking for houses to rent online. We called about a few and visited two. Though the prices were way above our means, the landlords seemed open to negotiation. But hours, or even minutes later, we’d get messages saying the properties were already rented or the owners were no longer interested. Finally, as Rita and I lay on my bed, exhausted, we looked at each other, and she said, “I’m sure your idiot husband is behind this.”

, was all around the room and that made Riya curse her in envy. She was displeased with her coming as she was thrown out of the frame as she entered. It made her grind her teeths and gulp down the bitter liquid in different colours harshly. While others went to meet and talk with Dia as she made her way inside. She was blocked with people before reaching her own husband and thay truly showed the effort and hardwork she put all these years and created her own individual personality and place among people and their hearts. Meanwhile, Karan was awestruck by her beauty, his mouth was closed but eyes were wide awake, manifesting if she really was his wife. She looked different, mesmerising, beaut

Another message popped up, "Tell no one if you want to live." "Nothing!" Adriana retorted sharply," I just need to...." "Nathan!" Someone yelled from afar and Adriana twisted in the direction the voice came from. Rodriguez and his wife. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that showed his bubbly nature and grey shorts that exposed a little more than his tanned thighs. His wife, on the other hand, was dressed in a long summer gown that had printed hibiscus all round and fitted well with her fashion sense and comfort.

They had gone to counseling and moved on. “Your husband has put the other woman up in your jointly owned rental property. She has been living there for six months,” the PI said. “Her name is Vicki Monroe. She doesn’t have a job, and she’s twenty-seven years old. I couldn’t find out much in public records about her other than her birth certificate says she was born in Washington, D.C. Here’s a picture of her.”