Wife In Training Novels & Stories

Despite that, I could not hide the dispirited look on my face. In contrast, Miranda had returned to her optimistic self. She was so happy that she looked like she was getting married. Suddenly, I recalled how we kept staring at our marriage certificate when we got married. We wanted to announce to the world that we were finally family. She held the marriage certificate to her chest and mumbled, as though she was making a wish, “Every day from now on, we’ll be happier than we are right now. My life with you begins now, and it’s going to be great.”

She argues. “Well then don't do anything.All you have to do is stay by my side at the company.” She rolls her eyes but doesn't say a word. “You begin your training next week.” “What?” I walk to where she was seated and place his hand on her cheek. My thumb caresses her jaw.“You are my wife now,comes with its disadvantages. “

Marco’s mouth quirked the smallest degree of acknowledgement, and the trainer made a small, almost apologetic bow toward us. Adriana pressed her forehead to mine and mouthed against my skin, words I could feel rather than hear. “Don’t ever do that again.” I wrapped my arms around her and let myself believe it would be easy to keep that promise. It would not be easy. War was coming, and we both knew it. I lowered her slowly, but I didn’t let go of her hand. My voice cut across the space, firm and final. “She’s done for today.” The trainer froze mid-step. His mouth twitched like he might argue, but I gave him a look that could’ve carved steel. “I said she’s done. I want my wife home.”

Words could only go so far, people needed to see something real, only then can you gain their trust and confidence. I stood tall, feeling the energy of the others beside me. Celina, next to me, rolled her neck with a sharp pop, stretching her arms out. Her presence always made people think twice before acting rashly. I admired how she held herself, strong, confident, unbothered. Everything was going smoothly, until a warrior stepped forward. He frowned, loud enough for everyone to hear as he pointed toward us. “Why are there women training with us here?” he asked cockily.

"If you’re ashamed of me, just say it. If you want me to leave, if you think Tonia is right and I’m unstabe…just tell me. Don't slow-bleed me to death by ignoring me." "I am not ashamed of you!" I stepped toward her, grabbing her shoulder and spinning her back around. My pulse was a drumbeat in my ears, drowning out reason. "I have never been more proud of anything in my life than the fact that you are my wife. Do you hear me? Never." She stepped closer, her chest pressed against mine, "Then show me," she challenged, a tear finally escaping and racing down her cheek. "Because right now, I feel like a ghost in your house. I feel like a mistake you're trying to fix."

"This all happened when you went for that training to be better capable at handling the tasks you'd be given when you joined your father's business. That secret fundamental training you talked about." Right. Secret fundamental training. The one where I indeed got training but not for a job at the Mackwell's foundation. Rather to be prepared to be a wife. The perfect wife. Eliot's wife. While I was subjected to rigorous months of learning extra manners I didn't get at home, plus those medications that were to aid pregnancy and child bearing... They told everyone I had gone for training out of the country. For a job in the business. "Oh my God," I sighed deeply, remembering it all again. "I ca

"Not your business." Jared's eyes lit up with rage. He grabbed her chin, leaning in way too close. "Lucia." His voice dripped with venom. "Can't survive without a man, huh?" The insult should've burned—but she felt nothing. Cole jumped in, trying to defuse it. "No, it's not like that. Lucia and I—" She shut him down fast. "Yeah." Her smile was ice. "What can I say? My own husband couldn't get the job done. What was I supposed to do—die frustrated?"

She spent most of her time in bars and with young men. I could not take it anymore, so I chose to give in. I went to therapy for three months. With the therapist’s help, I became more gentle. Bella was patient with me. On our wedding anniversary, I saw Carlson again. He was lying naked in bed with Bella. “Bella, do you like me or Pete more?” “Pete’s getting boring. He only lasts a few seconds in bed, unlike you. You’re so strong.” I heard their lustful moans.

"911—emergency! Intruder with a gun—shot fired! 47th floor, Vale Tower—hurry!" The operator's voice was calm, distant—"Ma'am, stay on the line, help is en route"—but the apartment had devolved into chaos. Lucien and Adrian rolled, crashing into the coffee table, glass shattering under their weight. Adrian fought back desperately, wild and feral, years of pent-up hatred fueling every punch and grapple.

I had not been preparing for that sentence. "Not casually," she said. She held my gaze without any performance of warmth, which was its own form of respect. "Well. We trained together for three years in the same territory before she married your father. Before the marriage documentation and the reclassification. Before the version of her that existed in the official record became a much smaller and quieter thing than the version that existed in reality." She paused. "She was extraordinary. You will hear that word from many people before all of this is finished, so I want you to hear it from me first, because I was there beside her. I watched her train every morning before the rest of the gro