Wife Led Marriage Novels & Stories

About Adrian's constant need to prove himself. The pieces clicked together. Lucien was younger, yes. But he was the heir. The rightful heir to his father's company. Which meant Adrian, older Adrian from Mrs. Vale's previous relationship, had been passed over. Mrs. Vale had brought Adrian into the marriage, probably hoping Mr. Vale would treat him as his own son, include him in the inheritance. But when Lucien was born, when Mr. Vale made his actual biological son the heir, she'd watched her plans crumble.

But Navia's heart quietly sank. She understood what he truly meant. Her mother once told her that for many men, marriage wasn't the same as love. A wife was simply a role that needed filling. Anyone suitable could take that place. The reason she had become Leonel Crawford's wife was nothing more than coincidence. The Crawford family pressured him to marry. She happened to appear at the right moment. If another woman had registered that marriage certificate with him instead... Wouldn't he still be just as attentive? Just as convincing?

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

What an ass! “There's rarely a woman who wants to be like you, Feb. Maybe there won't even be one,” said Widya starting his sentence after a moment of silence. “You're willing to be married, but don't demand to be recognized.” “Because our marital status is hidden. Is that what you mean, ma'am?” Widya replied with a shake of her head. “You know who Ares is, right? Our husband?” Our husband? Even Widya said it so smoothly. Making Feby shudder in horror because she didn't know how to measure the depth of the feelings of the woman in front of her.

Women weren't really addressed whenever it came to businesses like these. It was like they were never meant to see this side of our world, and should be kept behind the doors. So, a woman speaking up pretty much felt like a minor opinion unless said otherwise by her mafia husband. I groaned softly in frustration. Husbands, wives, women…all these talks were slowly making me sick and dizzy. “Why’s the wedding being shifted so early?” She pursed her lips as she inquired. “A wedding as grand as this needed much time and planning, so surely there must be something that happened—”

"You are perfect to me, Katara. And I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, supporting you, and cherishing every moment we have together. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Katara's heart swelled with emotion as she looked into his eyes, feeling the weight of his love and commitment. In that moment, she knew that she wanted nothing more than to share her life with this incredible man who had come into her world and changed it so profoundly. With tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Sean. Yes, I will marry you."

“I guarantee that this household will be a place where you will always be adored. You will be treated as a queen, not as a servant. You will be at my side, not behind me. You will be a woman who shines as brightly as her husband.” Isn't that enticing enough? And if it still feels lacking, that's okay. Andreas happily concluded with one last sentence. “You will have a household that no other man can offer you.” The preamble had ended. Vlora let out a long sigh. "I believe that when we get married, this marriage will be unique in the world. There won't be any romantic proposals, it will be a process of lobbying," Vlora said.

ANNIKA'S POV Marriage is supposed to give us security. Being married means giving your self wholeheartedly to your partner, committing you heart. . .and honoring your vows. It's something sacred shared by two souls who compliment each other. It's supposed to bring us utmost joy and inspiration. But what happens when a marriage is founded on lies?

"Because I know that the marriage between you two is not fake!" I shrugged and sighed. "Yes, our marriage is not fake," I admitted directly. "Now I will ask you. I am his wife right now, so where is your courage to tell me to take my husband away from me now? And which of the two of us has more rights now?" "Your marriage is only on paper! So don't expect your marriage to be real!"

A small smile formed as he pointed at his screen and read the comment aloud, “Your wife married you because she has a connection to your family… She arranged her marriage with you…” He chuckled. “Okay, I don't know why I need to explain anything to you guys… But sure! I'll do it, even though we don't owe anyone any explanation…” “My wife, Phyllis, never arranged anything. If there's someone who arranged this marriage, that would be me,” he pointed to himself. “She was the one who was quietly living her own life until I barged into it. It was a great relief for me that she continued to walk down the aisle when we first got married…”