Xiao Zhan Wife Novels & Stories

They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.

His eyes glowed as he stared at me. He grabbed me gently, and his Adam's apple bobbed, “Bella Anderson, please be my contract wife.”

I specifically hired a private chef to prepare a grand feast at home and booked an appointment at a luxury salon, planning to dress up for the anniversary celebration. As I walked downstairs to head out, Lucille was crouching by the dining table, feeding Baxter. When she saw me, she stopped what she was doing and looked up at me. "Sabrina, are you going out?" "Yes, I'm going to get my hair done. Casper and I are celebrating our wedding anniversary tonight," I replied in a flat voice and picked up my bag at the door. Lucille froze. A flash of hurt crossed her eyes, and her lips moved, but she didn't say a word.

Dave finally said after a long pause. "Cancel it." I dismissed without thinking twice. He made a note on his tablet. "You have a habit of deciding things without listening. And the third one is important." "Cancel it. I have somewhere to be. I need to go support my wife." I put out my cigarette. "What else?" Dave looked at his tablet and then back at me. "More shares from the Melfund subsidiary are also for sale—” "Did you just say your wife? WIFE??” He suddenly asked like his brain was only just catching up.

Emily’s mouth parted slightly in surprise, unable to look away. “Who is she? And how did she get in here?” George asked, confused by the silent standoff between the two women. No one responded. The air thickened with tension as their gazes remained locked. “Baby… do you know her? What’s going on?” George asked again, growing more bewildered with each passing second. After several long, silent minutes, Emily finally cleared her throat and spoke. “She is Luna Ward—your new wife”

"Cough, Little Yuhan, why don't you introduce this lady to me?" Innocence was particularly dripping from that handsome face as he tried to play dumb. But, could he be compared to President Mo? Even the Old Foxes in Mo Family yield to him then who is this toddler! "She is my wife, Tang Li. Call her sister-in-law from now on and this is Ye Jie," Mo Yuhan was cold as usual but one could trace the pride he held as if being her husband was his greatest honour.

Antonio growled. Not Anna. He and Anna were never on good terms. Anna was his hot tempered younger sister. At least when she was a baby she was very cute. Now she was just impossibly stubborn and vain. “Fine, I’ll think about getting a wife.” Nathan muttered, cutting the line. He clenched his teeth and exhaled deeply, he was about to open the car door when he heard a scream. Nathan turned back and noticed a young woman on the floor, covered in flour. She wore a pink knee length gown with a white apron on it.

"A wise ex-husband should behave like he's dead. Take good care of the people around you." After that, Emily turned around and left, leaving behind Hunter, whose face was as dark as water, and Veronica, who was trembling with anger.

Her lies, spewed under the cover of being a reporter, made me tremble with rage. "You're lying through your teeth! Wilson is my husband, not yours." Rowena Jones paused, then smirked like she had caught me in a slip-up. "Wilson's your husband? Prove it." "I..." "Here's my marriage certificate with Wilson. Got anything like that?" She waved two certificates from her bag, flaunting them for me and the camera to see. A chill ran through me. How on earth did she have a marriage certificate with Wilson?

I said to him. "You mean your ex-wife?" James asked me with an inquisitive look. "Yes, my ex-wife", I said to James in reply. "Okay, what did she do?" James asked me, and at the same time, the waiter came with his own drink. "Thank you," Henry said to the waiter, who nodded in reply before turning and walking away. "Are you aware of her new relationship with Mrs Gonzalez?" I asked James who was pouring his drink inside his glass. "Yes, I'm aware of it," James said to me.