Wifes First Dp Story Novels & Stories

“Have you found anything on Daphne?” Immediately, he passed the envelope to me, and replied. “Yes, Alpha. According to my investigations, she’s an illegitimate daughter of the Beta of Dark Iron Pack. Who he had with his omega slave and Daphne’s mother is late. She died in a fire while saving Daphne.” He paused, and continued when I didn’t say anything else, which was a signal that he should go on.

He was the most dangerous man she would ever come across, and she didn't want to have anything to do with him. She was not the one he asked for. It was supposed to be Ophelia. Why were they doing this to her? What was she going to do? Who would fight for her? Adrian could do that, but he wasn't. Now that she thought about it, she realized also for the first time since one year of their marriage that he did not care about her just as she thought. Perhaps, he thought he was doing her a favor. He was, or wasn't he? Daphne had been a weak Omega wolf from birth and was bullied by so many people—not until she was married to Adrian who she believed came to save the day.

IT WAS THE first day of university classes, so Daphne woke up early. She also cooked breakfast for her and her husband. It was supposed to be BK who’d cook, just as he promised her, but she didn’t wake him anymore since he came home late from a mission. She no longer stopped her husband from becoming active again in the organization he was involved with. Though worried, she had no choice. He said it made him happy, so she stopped opposing it. “God! I’m sorry, baby. I should be doing that.” She turned to her husband, who had just come in. He looked like he hadn’t even washed his face yet, still half-asleep and wearing only boxers.

It was like looking in a mirror, and I could feel my own hatred absorb into my skin. Damien looked straight ahead and didn’t meet my gaze. It didn’t seem like he wanted to be there either. He slid the glass on the surface, watching the contents swirl around. I didn’t know what to say. I was too angry to get words out. Damien cleared his throat. “How’s Sofia?” “She’s been worse. She’s also been better.” “That didn’t really answer my question.” I lost my temper. “My wife was raped. How do you think she is?”

No one answered her. ... I spent two weeks recovering on the yacht. The woman who saved me was Scarlett Newman, the daughter of the CEO of another company victimized in that acquisition deal years ago. Her father had jumped to his death, and she had been investigating the case under a false identity for six years. During those two weeks, the outside world had exploded. Headlines screamed things like [Prominent Entrepreneur, Liam Stone, Suspected of Murdering Ex-Husband of Wife] and [Billionaire Feud: The Bloody Truth Behind Fifty Billion Dollars].

Whitney panicked as well, screaming hysterically, "Shut the hell up, Simon! Say one more word, and I'll rip your tongue out!" "You two know perfectly well if I'm just spouting so-called lies." I eyed them frostily. "Whitney, I've tolerated you for a very long time. Did you really think you did such a good job hiding all your dirty little secrets? Did you seriously believe that I'm one of those blind, idiotic husbands you see in soap operas, the ones who have no clue their wives are cheating on them?" My gaze swept across the room, taking in the people who'd loudly called for me to be reported to the police.

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

But the thought did not calm her. Her mind drifted to the past—their wedding night. She remembered how August had lifted her in his arms after the final goodbyes were said, carrying her across the threshold of their new life. He had undressed her slowly, reverently, like a man unwrapping a gift too sacred to rush. He had bathed her with his own hands, whispering promises as warm water slid across her skin. She had gasped when he first claimed her, her body yielding to him in pain and joy. It was her first time, and she had felt blessed that it was with him—the man who had once saved her, the man she trusted with her everything.

Nicola closed the door. “Come, Daph… Let's go sit down.” She led the way to the living room where they sat on the couch. “Now… tell me what happened.” Daphne took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I was picking up a few things from the grocery store when I bumped into Norman's sister. We started chatting and she told me she was surprised when she learned I married Norman. I asked her why she was surprised. She told me that after six ex-wives, she thought he was a lost cause… That no woman would want to marry him again. Six times?! He told me two! That damn liar. How could he do that to me?”

Trying to make me squirm over a mate that had never been, and would never be, hers. It had worked on me too many times before. But it wouldn’t work on me now. Not when I still felt Dominic’s pulse thudding in tandem with my own, not when I felt his love and devotion and a million other emotions flowing through our new bond. “I want to tell you a story,” I said, taking a step forward. Vivian’s eyes slid to me. “There was a woman who married an Alpha,” I said. “The marriage was arranged, and it was cold, and for years she drifted around a house that never once felt like hers. And then one day, she took a blade in her back.”