Wife For Rent Novels & Stories

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

She'd returned her rental and moved in almost immediately. In a big city like this, rent was astronomical—half her salary had gone into just keeping a roof over her head. So when a fully furnished place landed in her lap, she didn't hesitate. But now, barely any time had passed, and it was suddenly off the table? It felt like someone was playing a sick joke. Wendy clenched her jaw. "What is Carter trying to pull? Is he regretting giving me the place? Trying to take it back?"

He finally looked at her, and his eyes were cold in a way that made her stomach drop. "Let me be clear about something," he said. "This marriage exists because your father owed my family money he could not repay. That is the only reason you are wearing that ring. Do not mistake this for anything real." "I understand that," Claire said, keeping her voice steady even though her hands were shaking in her lap. "I am not asking for love. I am asking for basic respect since we will be living in the same house." "You will have a room," Nathan said. "You will have food. You will have whatever you need. But do not expect me to treat you like a wife, because you are not one. You are a contract I am fu

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.

Wendell continued, "Treena is first and foremost a huge fan of the Reaper. She would never forgive either of us if you didn't compete in this race. She has all her splurge money riding on you, babe." Riley nodded her head, tears filling her eyes. She grinned up at her best friend. "I don't know how you convinced that woman to marry you, Wendell, but you are the luckiest guy in the world." "Fuck, don't I know it," he said, grinning back. "She's about the only wife in the world that would believe I could share a motel room with a woman that looks like you and keep it business only." "Yeah," Riley agreed. "Let's keep that little fact on the DL because I don't think a certain Mr. Hart is going t

"I'm married, ma'am! I mean it!" "Yes, I'm sure you are." She gave a wink. "I still like you, sweetie. That's why the rent's cheaper. Please, enjoy your stay!" She liked me? What kind of "like" was she talking about? And she clearly didn't believe I was married at all! She closed the door behind her while I stood there, stunned. Just how forward was this woman? Who hit on someone they thought was married and didn't even care? I should never have paid the rent upfront. I never should've signed that contract. Sleeping on the streets would've been better, but I had only enough money for two more days. My paycheck wouldn't arrive for a while.

“You must be a good wife because Meazus is a good husband. You must not defy your husband and must follow all the rules in his house.” The woman still wearing the white dress seemed too lazy to argue or respond to Rina's words with a long sentence. She wanted to leave this city as soon as possible, whether her life would be better or even worse. “You can come back to this house whenever you want.” Deanna smiled faintly and thought to herself that she would not return to their house. Deanna was also certain that the apartment and car they had requested from Meazus would be given to Selisa. Deanna knew that if she married Sean, they would rent an apartment because Sean’s savings weren’t enough

She nodded and said, "I do know. But—" "So, you knowingly rented this 3,000-square-foot apartment from your husband's younger brother for only 300 dollars despite knowing that the price was ridiculously low and unreasonable. "Also, this apartment is registered under Caroline Whitaker's name, not Samuel Tucker." Misty couldn't answer him anymore. The police officer finished his questioning and recorded a few notes down. Samuel then stepped forward with a fawning smile and said, "Officer, Caroline and I are legally married. This apartment was left to her by her parents, which means that this is our joint property. Surely it's perfectly reasonable for me to rent it out to others, right?"

Nathan asked, placing a kiss on her knuckles. Rachel laughed loud and hard, he looked truly desperate for a wife. She pondered, her eyes fixed on the light blue sky. If she married him, She would be able to pay off her debts. Her rent bills were piling up gradually and she hadn’t finished paying the student loans she owed from college. A million dollars would settle of her problems and still leave a lot of money for her to pursue her dreams. “What’s the marriage deal like?” Rachel uttered with worry etching on her face.