Novel & Cerita Wifely Duties

Ava said, holding his face in her hands. "And who am I?" He asked teasingly. "There are lots of you, you're the ruler of your clan, favorite son of his mother, my husband......." "Hmmn, so you admit now that I'm your husband?" Connor asked. "Of course you are, I never said otherwise" She giggled as he traced her face with his fingers. "Then tell me, what are the duties of a wife?" He asked, nibbling her ear lobes. "The duties of a wife include......"

My chest tightens, and I grip the arms of the chair to keep my hands from shaking. “You will also refrain from any behavior that could damage Mr. Westfield’s reputation or business interests. This includes, but is not limited to, public disputes, media appearances, or any actions that could be perceived as disloyal or unbecoming of your role as his wife.” His wife. The word feels more like a title than a relationship. “In private,” Julian continues, “You are expected to fulfill all marital obligations. Mr. Westfield retains full discretion over the nature and frequency of these obligations. Refusal or noncompliance will be considered a violation of the agreement.”

" You might already know about my bad reputation and..." " Enough!" I scowled. " I do hate you but you're still my wife, be it a contract or whatever. I can't run away from my husband's duties and you can't either." " As long as the contract is in action, you are obligated to perform your wife's duties." " Which are ?" She asked, raising her left eyebrow. " Everything one wife does for a husband, including physical satisfaction," I groaned, unbuttoning my upper buttons. I was feeling hot and turned on just by hearing Bella's sensual voice.

"It's very efficient." He ignored her sarcasm-or didn't notice. "Three rules." She sat up straighter, ready. "One-never interfere in my personal affairs. Especially my relationships with other women." Livia blinked once. Then twice. "Okay," she said brightly, as if she'd just agreed to water the plants. "Two-fulfill your role as my wife. Quietly." "Yes, Sir. Quiet wife. Got it. Like a ninja wife." He paused. "...What?" "Nothing, Sir."

A very gentle woman. Requirements. Fidelity. Honesty. Responsibility. She held her head in one hand, slowly massaging her temple. “Shouldn’t you properly explain what you meant by these? Requirements. These are your expectations? Fidelity? You want your wife to be faithful. To what extent? Not meeting other men? Not having male friends? Never going on a date with another, or even a simple meeting or outing. Would you even allow your wife to greet people?” “I’m not that unreasonable. But I would require the highest form of care and discretion. You can’t be seen alone with another man. The rumors will be bad enough. You’ll most likely be compared to my last wife. I assume you know about that?”

She heard Elias ask. “W-what job? I'm your wife, not your s-slave,” masking her flustered look with a serious one, she replied. “Hmm. Tell me more. I thought that a wife’s duty also includes taking care of her husband's needs especially when he's wounded and helpless like me. It seems like my wife only knows how to open my wounds just like she always does.” “Always do? When have I ever opened your wound? That's a fat lie.”

It is your duty, Henry ,to be to Riley , a considerate, tender, faithful, and loving husband: to support, guide and cherish her in prosperity and trouble; to thoughtfully and carefully enlarge the place she holds in your life; to constantly show to her the tokens of your affection, to shelter her from danger, and to love her with an unchangeable love. It is your duty, Riley , to be to Henry , a considerate, tender, faithful, and loving wife; to comfort, guide and cherish him in prosperity and trouble; to give to him the unfailing pieces of evidence of your affection; and to continue making the place he holds in your heart, broader and deeper; to support him, value him and work with him to ma

I blurted. I was so angry, frustrated and hurt all at the same time. I was so angry...to the point that I couldn't even sympathize with Juliette! I can't even think of her well-being because I'm deeply hurt. I didn't care if hurt herself too...if it could suffice for the pain I'm going through. I am the wife, but why does it feel like I'm not the priority? Like a dog who's waiting for his master to be home and have his attention.

"But, Mrs. King, we're newlyweds. Isn't it expected?" "We are not newlyweds yet. The wedding is in three days." I pointed out. "But we're going to be," He said, his voice low and persuasive. "And I intend to make sure you're well acquainted with all your wifely duties." "Duties?" I sputtered, trying to ignore the way my body was betraying me. "Mhmm," Xander hummed, his hand slipping under my shirt, his touch sending waves of heat through my body. "It's all part of the contract, you know."

"The duty of a wife is to take care of her husband at home, not to be busy outside. Besides, you're wealthy. What else are you looking for?" Aurora's face remained calm. She responded to Savana's always harsh remarks. "Work isn't just about making money, Mom. Even before marriage, Aurora has been a doctor whose duty is to help people. Moreover, Aurora has never neglected her duties as a wife." Savana looked disdainful. She disregarded the reasons Aurora gave. If she didn't like it, no matter how good Aurora's behavior was, it would still be bad in her eyes. "But if you're more occupied outside, poor Alex will be neglected because no one's taking care of him. If you work in the morning and co