Wife Hidden Novels & Stories

I frowned in confusion and Sebastian let me go turning to face his wife “I was hiding in the room beside the infirmary when the bombing and shooting happened. I saw a woman’s shadow, she entered the infirmary and I followed her thinking that it was Kiara. I don’t know who the woman is. Her face was covered but her body showed that it was a woman…” We all looked at Amalia who was crying as she tried speaking. Her lips quivered at the idea of how her husband had found her and I felt drums in my ear as I processed what she was saying. That is, if it was true. “I shot her hand, she ran out a secret door…” “How did you know of the door?” I asked angrily. No one knew of that door except us as we m

-Who is that lady beside her- -Oh!my gosh, I think that is his wife- -She looks so beautiful just like an angel- -I love her curves- -Those dress are just perfect on her- -I can't believe he made his wife public today- -Why has he been hiding his wife, she is such a goddess to the hidden- -I think he had a secret wedding and I wonder why-

I asked, looking at the bottle of wine on the she was holding. I noticed the new phone she was hiding. She quickly shoved the phone into her clothes and dropped the bottle of wine she was holding. "Not celebrating, mourning. It's my husband's memorial," she said. "I think I have taken too much for the day," she said, hurrying inside. I quickly followed her and saw where she hid the phone. I went back to the couch, pretending all was well. "I'm going to shower," she announced. I waited till she was inside the bathroom, and then I went into the room. I pulled open the drawer I saw her hide the phone in. I picked up the phone, and goddess so gracious, the phone was open.

Chap 48 Third person pov A hovac was created in Sheikh villa . Mr Abaan Sheikh just got to know that Haris has left Pakistan in his private jet . He is not receiving any calls nor he is present in his penthouse. No one knows where he is. He was out of sight. On the other hand, Aima and Hadia both were worried what to do. Aima was facing a huge war between heart and mind. She was worried. Why she took so long to realize her own feelings. Her feelings for him.

Sadiqah said “ I think you are mis…” she said and was cut short by Sadiqah who moved closer and held her by the neckline of her dress. “You are a pretender… and a bad person, finally send me packing , I will not take it lightly with you…” She said and held the neckline tightly while Aziza struggled to breathe and try to fight back to free herself from the hot grip and suddenly she heard Hibah's cry from inside and just like an answered prayers the door opened and their Husband entered holding Habeebullah by the hand.

he replied, grabbing her shorts and pants and putting them into the suitcase. She stood still and crossed her arms over her chest angrily. "I have money, I can do this myself." Dmitri now found out another thing about Felicity is her stubbornness. He sighed. "That may be so, but do you know how to hide from witches?" he questioned. "No, but-"

"Damn this! How do I get from here. Should I just vanish? No, I can't do that but my wife needs me the most. I have to be there and share on her pain. But how when I'm damn stuck here?" Scratching his head, still Heron didn't come up with any ideas so he made himself invisible and vanished from the place and it didn't take long before he arrived at his house where he found people with frowned faces as if something bad happened. "W-where's my wife, mom?"he quickly asked his mother who was worshipping the Lord's idol. He didn't wait for her to respond...he then ran straight to the sickbay but Lala wasn't there either nor were the doctors.

The hermit looked at the lady who was crying and smiling at the same time. “Miranda? You’re my wife,” the hermit said as he smiled and hug the lady. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t save you and our daughters that night. It’s all my fault!” the hermit cried as he tighten the hug. “Save Jihilya, the black flame is still with one of our blood-related ones,” the lady said as he let go of the hug and stared into each other’s eyes for the last time. “Who? Where? Our daughters are still alive?” the hermit asks.

To the bed, to Wren then her tears start immediately. “I just to give you these,” she said quietly, holding out a stack of papers. “I signed them last night.” My jaw drops. How did she know I was here? “Quinn—please. Let me explain.” She shook her head slowly. “There’s nothing to explain.” Her voice was shiverring, but the words are firm. “I knew you were hiding something,” she said, “But I never imagined it would be this.” Wren stood up behind me. “Quinn, it wasn’t like that,” she says quickly. “He was drugged. I should have stopped it.” Quinn glances at her, then back at me.

Rita reached for her phone, but it was snatched from her hand by another man who emerged from behind her seat—she hadn't even realized someone was hiding in the back. “Sit still, ma’am,” he whispered in her ear. “For your baby’s sake.” Rita’s breath caught. Her scream was muffled by a cloth shoved against her mouth, laced with a chemical that made her eyes blur and limbs weak. She struggled, kicked, cried out—but it was no use. The car sped out of the city, through back roads and isolated routes, until the skyline was just a memory behind them. Rita was out cold by the time they reached the hideout—a secluded property in the middle of an abandoned ranch, far from cell towers and signal.