Wife World Novels & Stories

She went to her room and after taking her bath and laying on the bed she shut her eyes close with the knowledge of what's will happen the next day. As early as 6am Cassandra had succeeded in making the whole media channels in the country carry the news of the Nuella and Israel’s affair. The whole internet was on fire, everyone who walk the streets were busy with their phones reading the news with an headline that says: The Heiress Of Armstrong Empire And Wife Of The Multinational Business Mogul, Nuella Haywood Is Having An Affair With Her Long Time Friend Called Israel Who Is The Owner Of One Of The Popular StartUp Tech Company.

Clint was still waiting outside by the car, calm and composed. “Clint,” I snapped as the doors closed behind me, “do you have any idea if my wife has gotten home?” I couldn’t tell even him that the woman who was currently parading around as my wife was her twin sister. I trusted Clint with my life but this was something I wasn’t willing to share. Not yet at least. He didn’t miss a beat. “Adam informed me that your wife is in Vermont, sir. She was asked to be driven then.”

“Mother. You are asking things which are too personal to me.” She chuckled. “Personal? We are mafia wives honey. There is nothing personal in our world. You are lucky you didn't marry an Italian or you would have been fucked raw on the white sheets because your husband wanted to dwell as much blood as possible out of your vagina to boost his ego infront of the whole world. Women would have checked your thighs and body to see bruises because it showcases how wild your night must have been. You would have been slapped and punched by your husband had you denied him anything. And next day you would have to sit with everyone with a black and swollen face!”

He looks expensive. "Yeah, I see him." I say "Well, that's my husband. We had a fight at home, and now he's trying to make me jealous." "Is this a thing now? Like a trend for couples?" I ask, unable to wrap my head around it. "Oh, no, not at all. We just happened to be with weird partners." She says easily and laughs. "My name is Carol." She says, observing me. "What's your name?" "Uhh... My name is Barry" I respond, trying not to tear my attention from Violet.

Elisa White was very unhappy for a moment. She really had pursuit in her little life. "If I were a woman, I would envy and hate you. Since you married William, you have a strong sense of existence in the hospital. No matter what you do, it will make people look at you. And in the past year, some of your changes really make people have to have some ideas." "From the perspective of onlookers, do you think so?"

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

I am not someone he could be proud of. “You knew?” I confirmed. “Who else doesn't?” she asked, rolling her eyes. “Juliette has been bragging it off on all social media, and everyone is enjoying her show. I even saw them one time when they went for a check-up. I can't believe it!” My heart sank. I didn't have time to even check on my social media accounts, and hearing it from Liz made me feel so trashed...a laughingstock. But then, no one knew me as his wife. So, people probably think they're married.

“Nathaniel Shaw, the richest man in the country is doing a soft launch with his supposed wife.” “Wife?” I frowned, my feet carrying me toward the group of women. “Who is this wife?” I couldn't stop the curiosity bubbling within me, couldn't wait for them to bring me the news. After all, Shaw Industries was my target. However, my phone buzzed, and I saw the news for myself. Nathaniel Shaw with a woman snuggled to his arm, as they retreated from the Shaw Powers tower building. The headlines were glaring, speculations were coming in. Everyone was scrambling to know who this woman was since we could only see her back silhouette. The attention was no longer on me, and I felt a sinking feeling, my

Except this idiot attendant is in my way. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Hale,” she says politely. Too politely. “We respect our clients’ privacy. I can’t share information about another guest.” Mrs. Voss. That’s what they called her. Married. The word scrapes down my spine. How could she possibly be married already? Who would ever want her? A woman who isn’t even a woman anymore. They took her womb. I made sure of that. Hollowed her out and sent her away, finished.