Wife Of Bath's Prologue Novels & Stories

As we passed by a woman in a red gown holding a wine glass, I overheard her whispering to the man beside her, "Look, the prodigal son has arrived. I can’t believe this eldest son of Lawrence Monroe dropped out of school to escape a life of luxury. What a fool he is! I also heard that he only comes here to beg his father for money. I really don't understand why he left his family in the first place. What a pathetic beggar this man is..." Upon hearing everything she said, I stopped and sent her a murderous glare, which caused Nathan to pause in surprise and the woman to widen her eyes in horror as she stepped back. I turned to confront the woman who was clearly insulting my husband. I wasn't s

Romanov have the upper hand over her, and not Anna herself. “D—do you take Romanov Salvador as a lawfully wedded husband, Anna Mason?” The priest trembled. Anna closed her eyes, “I—I do, father.” A gun was clicked beside her head. “Now, I have pronounced you husband and w—wife—” BANG. Followed suit by screams, and a lifeless body that fell on the ground…with a thud. What have she done? “This is all your fucking fault!” Mathew Mason roared in fury. They were on a cell, together with his family, while Anna cowered on the corner. But they neither dare touch her or lay a hand on her.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

My breath quickened, as I struggled to fathom what exactly he was going to do next. “No, I never said that. I didn't mention such,” I replied immediately as I caught my breath in between every word I uttered. "There's dinner again tonight. I need you to prepare. You have the black card with you, so get anything you think would make you look like a luxury wife. I don't need to see anything less,” he carefully addressed. He let go of my hand abruptly and immediately walked out of the room. I knew this was going to be my main debut as the CEO’s wife.

He grabbed her arm again, leading her out and this time, she didn't resist…she was broken. Back inside, the chaos hasn't ended. Grandfather Jonathan’s voice cut through it. “Enough.” The room quieted immediately. “What is going on?” he demanded looking at Damien and Ava. Ava stepped forward, her hands clenched slightly. “My marriage with Adrian…” she began, “…was never what it should have been.” Her voice softened but didn’t break, “And now… I’ve chosen differently.” Marie stood up immediately…Her chair scraped loudly against the floor. “You’re a witch,” she spat.

“She seemed well! Why would she not come to us? I’m sure she misses Liam!” If Hyacinth is Belle, she surely would. “That’s the thing. She said her name was Hyacinth. She is married and she has a son. She looks a lot like her, but she’s not Isobelle, Preston. I badly wish she was, but she isn’t.” “How sure are you? That face is exactly like my sister’s. You’re not blind. You saw it too.”

She should’ve walked away. But her legs didn’t move. And her core still throbbed. Then it dawned on her. “You live here as well?” “Bingo!” He swung himself onto the edge of the table like it was his throne and slowly took in the beauty standing in front of him. His father's new wife. What a shame. She could’ve had fire. Instead she picked frost. “For Victor's sake, make better choices next time.” She raised her chin high. The brunette from earlier walked to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Call me.” She purred before disappearing into the night.

She was still shaky as she sat on the couch opposite her husband. Felix had left, and only she remained in the mess he had created for her. She still could not get herself to breathe properly. How could anyone breathe in the mess she was in? She was still nauseous and shaky. She had tried to plead with her husband after Felix had run off, but he was not hearing her. Now out of words and unable to plead anymore, she sat there shaking like a leaf. Was this how her marriage was going to come to an end?

Elena held his gaze, steady and composed. “I’m your wife when the contract requires it,” she said quietly. “Not beyond that.” The words settled between them, simple and clear. No emotion. No exaggeration. Just truth. Adrian didn’t speak immediately. His eyes stayed on her, searching for something—anything—that would make the moment easier to handle. There was nothing there. No reaction for him to control. No resistance to push against. Just distance. He took a slow breath and stepped back, restoring the space between them as his expression shifted back into something more familiar.