Wife With Stranger Novels & Stories

A palpable question lingered in the air, unspoken yet unmistakable: "Is this woman in her right mind?" Our family, collectively flummoxed, exchanged looks that spoke volumes of shared confusion. A maelstrom of confusion swirling around us, my father, faced with the conviction of a man determined to defend his family, delivered a terse warning: "This woman here is my wife". He gestured to my mom, his face stern. "You have no right to address my wife in such a manner. Identify yourself immediately or I shall have no choice but to alert the authorities." Unfazed by the threat, the perplexing stranger released a hearty cackle, her laughter suffused with a vexing combination of derision and irrev

Her dress loosened around her shoulders, exposing a good, ample amount of her cleavage. I stared at her, letting my greedy eyes wander over my wife. “You’re beautiful, Danielle Leone Aristide. Your name suits you.” I ran the palm of my finger over her cheekbone, down to her lips, and watched her swallow. She seemed nervous, really nervous. The Champagne she drank hadn’t affected her nerves. “Fuck it.” She then took a deep breath and began unbuttoning my shirt. “You’re my husband. I’m your wife, right? I slept with a stranger before. Technically, you’re not a stranger, so what am I so nervous about?”

“You barged into my home and I haven’t even scolded you yet, and now you’re turning things around on me?! Who are you exactly?!” “Hmph!” The stranger scoffed, ignoring him, craning their neck and peeking into the courtyard. “I’m here to find my wife! Where are you hiding her?!” “Your wife?!” Mr. Kim was about to lose it. “Everyone in the Kim residence is either family or male staff. Where on earth would your wife be?! If you want to go crazy, do it somewhere else! Don’t come here looking for trouble. Or I won’t be so polite!”

My fist clenched and unclenched on my thigh as I watched my wife struggle; I promised her that everything would be fine, yet there she is, out of my reach, uncomfortable as hell. “It all started when I met my husband Xavier on a plane back from Mexico. We hit it off immediately but he failed to give out his last name, his principles I guess. We had fun before I returned to my family to meet my sister’s fiancée who I’d never seen before, nor did I know his first name. Natasha always referred to him by his last name.” She took a deep breath. “I got home that day only to find out that the guy I met on the plane is actually my sister’s fiancé. I kept my mouth shut about what happened; my sister

“You f*ckers…she’s my wife!” William and the other stranger in the room halted their exchange abruptly when Aiden made his statement. Elijah stared at him incredulously, his mouth agape with shock and disbelief. His eyes widened as he absent-mindedly blinked multiple times in an attempt to comprehend what had just been said. It was a declaration that none of them had expected, and it placed a heavy silence among them all. Everyone stood still, unsure of how to respond or where to go from here - each one struck by the sudden dropped of bomb. “D-dude, you’re married all this time?”

“Stranger?” a reporter asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. The room buzzed with anticipation. Kiara could hear everyone gasping and wondering as they looked at her unblinkingly for the truth. “Yes, a stranger. He doesn’t even know who was his wife while he was forced at gunpoint to marry the girl!” Another revelation escaped out of her moths, causing the entire room to buzz with coherent whispers. “He has just taken a little help from a stranger and that proved to be his biggest mistake. That one help led him to a forced wedding the next morning.” She said, remembering the night as her eyes turned dim. It was all that fateful night’s help that twisted their lives forever.

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

They want to draw us apart so they have a connection with one of my enemies that's for sure. "Please make them Leave." Her doll eyes look up at me silently begging me to save her. "Dave, you heard my wife, get them the fuck out of my house," I instruct ignoring whatever cards they are trying to pull. Dave and two other guards come forward and force them out. That is when the others come running in like fools. "Where the fuck were you when the strangers entered the house and harassed my wife?" Idiots " We are not strangers, and you, don't dare touch me!" the older woman spits.

This girl was doing everything it takes to frustrate him. “ Shut your mouth, Natasha. We never come here together. Never!! I still don't how you got the passcode.” If it wasn't for two reasons known to me, I would have slapped her hard across the face. Who was she calling a total stranger? “ Hello? You are the stranger here. I'm his wife, so please get lost.” I pick up the towel and kept running it through my hair. It was still wet. “ I'm going home, Jason. Enjoy your day at work.”

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de