Wife Gone Wild Novels & Stories

Celia bumped in. All Wren could do was hide the awkwardness she felt with a pursed smile. It’s the way these women casually categorised her as some scorned ex-wife who was desperate enough to seek solace in secret affairs. The marriage, and the man she got separated from weren’t even worth the headache. “Ah,” Wren nodded. “That seems quite like an exotic place and I’m sure the people it’s meant for will absolutely enjoy it.” “If you’ll excuse me, ladies,” she added immediately after, nodding graciously before taking a step back from them and leaving their midst.

My voice tore through the garden. “Dov’è mia moglie?!” Where the fuck is my wife?! Panic erupted instantly. Guests started standing, shouting, trying to leave. I fired another command. “LOCK THIS PLACE DOWN!” My men moved immediately. Guns appeared everywhere. “No one leaves!” The entire wedding collapsed into chaos. I looked back at the trembling girl. “Where.”My voice dropped dangerously low. “The fuck is my wife?” She started crying. “I—I don’t know!” The gun fired, and the bullet tore through her leg.

It is the look in her eyes as she mouths goodbye to me as Wilder helps her up and she takes off in the woods with the help of Castor. I turn toward the stairs and run down wanting to stop her only to come out the front of the pack house to be restrained by Wilder. “She’s gone, Christian.” “Where the fuck is she Wilder and why the fuck would you hurt her.” Wilder hangs his head sadness etching his whole face and posture. “She’s gone, that is all I can say.” **End of Flashback** I waited two long weeks for her to return but she never did return and no

the same. I turned to Geral. “Geral, this is my wife, Crystal. Crystal, this is my friend—and soon-to-be business partner—Geral Buttole.” “Butthole?! ” she blurted, laughing obnoxiously. I shot her an angry look, but she kept laughing. “That’s such a funny name. Mr. Buttole… almost like Buttho—” “Okay, Crystal. That’s enough,” I cut her off. “Geral, I apologize for my wife’s insanity. Crystal, why don’t you go use the bathroom, like you said you wanted to? Mr. Butt—Buttole and I will be talking business, and I know how easily you get bored.” I nudged her toward the bar. Once she walked off, Geral leaned closer. “Your wife is… interesting, my friend.” “She is,” I muttered sarcastically. I pr

Doesn't it just prove that she still cares for her ex? A ripple of murmurs spread across the room. Without warning, someone pulled out their phone and shoved the screen in Beck's face. "Mr. Wilder, check this out. It's drone footage from yesterday. Doesn't the woman in the black wetsuit on the shore look just like Maren?" Beck studied the screen intently, his expression shifting from gloom to amusement. "It looks like she's got a conscience after all." "Mr. Wilder, aren't you worried she'll catch on to your little trick and maybe even call it quits?"

"She took a flight last night." "Finally, she's gone!" I heaved a long sigh of relief as I got up to freshen up. "Don't you want to know why she left Johnsonville?" "She's been here for a while. It's about time she went back to check on things." "Exactly! If she didn't go back, she might lose her territory!" Wendy giggled. "There's a rumor that someone's been flirting with Mr. Landon Walker recently. At a charity gala, this person danced two waltzes with him. They were quite in sync, earning applause from everyone! When Mrs. Walker heard about this, she booked a flight and hurriedly left Johnsonville. Looks like she won't be back for a while!"

Instead, she’d embraced her sexuality, which was fine but left her without any deep, meaningful connections with men—except for her high school best friend, who didn’t count. “Let’s cut to the chase,” Mrs. Wilder said. “Are you looking for a fling? Two men? Marriage, kids, a white picket fence? Or maybe a man to tie you up and do wicked things?” “Mrs. Wilder!” Nita gasped, caught off guard. She’d been lost in her thoughts and forgot how blunt Mrs. Wilder could be. Tally had warned her about the woman’s unconventional style, but this was next-level.

“You haven’t actually told me anything about him.” “It’s not like you’re going to meet him.” “Still. What type of guy would cause my well-behaved older sister to throw caution to the wind? He sounds fun, at the very least.” Fun. Wicked. Sexy. Dangerous. There were a lot of words to describe my new husband. Which was why I had to get him out of my life as soon as possible. “I threw caution to the wind because I was wasted. So wasted that getting married sounded like a great plan.” I groaned. “I still can’t believe I did that. How could I be so stupid? Things like this don’t happen to people like me.”

I locked myself away at home and was too ashamed to go out. Kieran stood by me through hard times. He bore all the gossip and proposed to me in public. I thought I was lucky until our wedding day. My body burned with unbearable heat, and my face flushed red in front of everyone. I died of sheer excitement on the spot at the wedding. They all called me a shameless nymphomaniac and spat on my corpse. Chloe clung to Kieran's arm and cooed, "Kieran, I told you she wasn't a decent woman. You never believed me. Look how she behaved at the wedding."

“Daddy told us. That’s what being W.I.L.D. really is. We don’t stop loving, even when it’s scary. We don’t stop fighting, even when it hurts.” Kael leaned forward, looking at each of them with eyes that seemed too old for his years. “If we stay together, if we love each other, we can win. We will win.” Serenya smiled to herself knowing that Cheyenne had told her differently what it meant to be W.I.L.D. but she wasn’t about to discredit both Jax and the twins in front of everyone. It can mean different things to different people. Solana reminded her. The silence that followed wasn’t empty—it thrummed with the pulse of something greater, something ancient. Serenya felt it before anyone else, a