Wifely Duties Novels & Stories

They were trembling from her nervousness, and she didn't want it to be too obvious. "Wifely duties?" He turned to her, his expression unreadable. "I heard...Mother talk about a child and..." "You need not worry about that. Get some rest." He led her to his room, since he hadn't gotten any other room fixed yet, then went out to the study. She thought he would be going to his own room, and she rested her head, her mind reeling. 'Would you expect wifely duties from me?' The question bugged Elijah's mind. Would he expect wifely duties from Jennifer? She was like the girl he pitied and married out of t

What you actually need, Miss Greenwich, is a wife, not a bed partner. Heh, bedmate... "Then may I ask Second Sister-in-Law, what do you think is the duty of a wife?" she said provocatively. Cathelina Bright believed she had a good understanding of his wife. "Wife, you need to stand by your husband's side and take care of him at all times, allowing him to reach out to you when he needs to," she said, raising her chin. After a long day at work, you can relax at home."

, she says and she smiles bitterly. "But my child, it's still our duty. And at the end you will need a guy for you to live the rest of your life. You can't live your life alone after more than 10 years onward, you would feel the emptiness in your life and to fill it up you would need a partner, child and family of your own", she reasoned again. "But mom, what about me, myself, my dreams, goals, aims, wishes? What if that all gets drained off after a few years of marriage like yours did?", she raised a question shutting her fully.

“Don’t force yourself to appear loyal. Nothing you do will ever change Ethan’s heart or make him consider you.” The patience in me snapped. “The last time I checked, I’m not trying to please anyone. I am playing my role as his wife. I am keeping his name standing. I am maintaining this company. And yes, I am doing it under his roof and with his trust—not because I need his affection, but because it’s my duty.” Vivian’s eyes narrowed. “Duty? That’s all this is to you? Playing a role?”

I responded. “Well, this is my house.. and every room here. .belongs to me.” She answered. I was quiet for a while, wondering what to say to her. “You should be awake, doing the chores, doing the dishes.. like every responsible house wife should do.” She spoke with disgust evident in her voice. “Apparently, I am not one. By the way, it is the duty of a maid to do all the chores you listed.” I responded defiantly. “No, dear. It is your duty as my son’s wife to do the things that would make him happy and comfortable including making sure his house is neat and well arranged and everything is in order. “

"It is the duty of every wife to lay with her husband." "No! You will not force me or threaten me into laying with you. A husband must also obey his wife and as I will be that wife to you and the future queen you MUST obey me as well. If I have no desire to lay with you which I do not, you have no right to force me. A husband must be kind to his wife, he must treat her well, he must make her happy and above all he must love her and you don't have the qualities to do any of those things. So the way I see it until you fulfil your duties to me as husband I will not be fulfilling any duties to you as wife." "You are the most difficult woman I have ever met," he said.

"Okay. Go to bed early. If you stay up too late, the baby will start acting up in your belly and hurting you again." After that, it was shown that I was almost never home. Hazel was left to hold the household together—cleaning, cooking, doing laundry—her belly heavy with pregnancy. She went to every prenatal checkup alone and cared for my frail, ailing mother by herself. All that exhaustion never earned her a single kind word from me. Instead, she learned to read my moods, to tread carefully around my temper. Even when she was close to giving birth, I left her at home and went on another business trip. I only rushed to the hospital after she'd already delivered.

"He is going to have certain rights on you. He is going to do it with you. He is your husband, he wouldn't go to a prostitute, and you have to satisfy his needs, that's your duty as a wife. You have to take care of his happiness." She tried to explain to me with a clear and calm tone. "And what about his duties of being a husband?" I questioned. "Isn't he fulfilling that? Isn't he providing you shelter, food and everything that you need? Isn't he making sure that you get to eat, and you have fancy clothes to wear?" She retorted. "And what about respecting me and my choices? What about not suffocating me in this prison?" My voice turned bitter. "Raahi. Be practical!" My mother's tone was firm

Though as his kisses were distracting her and her hands almost unconsciously drifting downwards, she thought, Well, perhaps just adequately, but I cannot say that right now. "I intend to, though I far prefer the thought of a husband's duty to his wife. Now that is a duty that I truly delight in performing." His own hands had started roaming, distracting her further. "And you do it quite well, sir, and I look forward to our return home so that we can increase our proficiency," she said, enjoying his caresses a little longer. However, when she found herself contemplating just how late they could be, she pulled herself together before reluctantly pushing him back. "Nevertheless," she said, forc

That hurts a lot. "This is your right. But I also ask you to do your duty as a wife." "Du-ty?"Vio does not know what obligation Azzura means. "Take care of Brian and take his heart. That's what I ask of you."