Wife With Stranger Novels & Stories

Michael and Joanne looked like they were ready to explode. "You've lost your mind!" Michael barked. Joanne grabbed her, rough and angry. "Get back in the car!" Her grip was brutal. Jared's eyes darkened—he moved to step in. But a sharp voice cut through the chaos. "What's going on here?" Everything stopped. Everyone turned. Out stepped a man and a woman. Gasps echoed. "That's Giovanni Loredan and his wife, Francesca!" Faces blanched. Joanne straightened up fast.

Stay protected. Do not move. The man walked closer. Holden’s jaw flexed. “One more step and you lose your legs.” The stranger paused—amused. “Relax, Holden Li. Put that feral instinct back in your pocket. I’m not here for you.” Holden’s eyes narrowed. “But you came after my wife.” The man chuckled. “Contract wife. Temporary wife. Don’t overestimate your claim.” Holden’s anger went volcanic. He stepped forward, fists curling—

She had a nagging feeling that something bad was about to happen. The priest announced, “Everyone, I ask for your patience. The groom is a little delayed. In the meantime, let me play a surprise video the groom has prepared for his bride.” A moment later, moans filled the church. Then, whispers and murmurs erupted. “But after the wedding, you’ll have to give Hugh and me some time alone.” The content of the video was so shocking that it immediately ignited a stir in the crowd. Everyone in the room recognized the voices instantly.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

I consider grabbing the knife in my pocket and hurling it at him. “You have to believe me Maria. Please, I…” “Martin” I scream the watchman’s name. He hurries towards me with two bodyguards in tow. “Throw this fraud out of here” my fingers point at the stranger and he stands up immediately. “Listen to me Maria, this is important for—” “Drag him through the muddy parts of the field and throw him out” my heart is pounding so furiously, I can barely think straight. “There’d be no need for any of that gentlemen. I’ll leave by myself.” He raises an index finger as a silent warning to the guards.

"You—you! What do you think you're doing?! I'll call the cops for harassment!" I yanked up her sleeve, revealing the familiar mole on her wrist. A bitter laugh escaped my throat. "Still pretending? I'm your husband, Hilary. I know every inch of your body. Most importantly, why are you pretending not to know me?" Her expression darkened, lips pressed tightly as she glared at me. "Husband? Are you insane? Keep this up and I'll scream for help." I chuckled coldly. "Go ahead. Let everyone hear. Let's see if they believe me—or better yet, we'll let your new man come and see for himself."

she said. I nodded affirmatively. I could imagine her fear, but never would I have thought that anyone would prefer being in the streets than in a home, where they are taken care of. “So, what are you running from?” She asked. “Uhmm, my husband?” I said, having some reservations. “Husband?” Her voice tone and facial expression carried her surprise. “I'm married to a stranger,” I said, digging into my burger. “He is not at all who he claims he is,” I found myself very expressive to a stranger.

Storming out of the bedroom, I immediately started heading to the exit to meet up with the security guard. As I was going outside, I met Melissa, who was just coming inside. "Adrian, what on earth is wrong with you? Isn't this what we have always wanted?" She asked me, but I immediately walked past her without uttering a single word. Getting outside and seeing the security guard, I rushed towards him and seized him by the collar of his clothes. "Where the hell is my wife?" I asked him while fuming in anger. "I swear to God, sir, I don't know where she is. I only saw her leaving, but I don't know where she went to," the security guard said to me while trembling in fear.

“You’re drunk.” “Oh I thought that was obvious.” He stepped into the room, swaying slightly. “Always so observant, Aria. Always watching, always… always there. Just there.” “You should go to bed.” “Should I?” He moved closer. “Should I go to bed alone? In my big empty bedroom while my wife sleeps in here like… like we’re strangers?” “We are strangers.” He laughed. It was an ugly sound. “Two years of marriage and now you figure that out. Brilliant.”

Didn't know I was going to explain to her. "Ava, did you hear me?" she said when she realized that I was lost. "Oh yeah, I heard all you said," I replied with a smile. She was like the only family I had. I needed to let her know what was going on. "I am getting married soon to a stranger," I said in a cold and calm voice "What? Why are your parents so heartless?" she said angrily, knowing fully well that my parents were the ones who arranged the marriage. Just then, Clara Wilson walked in. "Oh! You are here telling people about your useless life."