Your Wife Is Your First Priority Novels & Stories

“Anna, there is nothing I would love more than to be with you every step of the way, but you need to understand that there are people that need me.” I shook my head; none of what he was saying was making sense. “What about me?” I asked, pushing him away to be free from him, but his hold tightened on mine so much that it was even easier passing through the eye of a needle, and I had no choice but to give in. “Don’t you think I need you? I have never had a single day of rest with you without you rushing over to the hospital or your phone ringing for an emergency. We are getting married, Davy. Married! I should be a priority in your life, but it is obvious I am not even in the top ten.”

Carter looked at him with admiration while Simon grinned. "Don't look at me like that, I hate it. I will have given you a house somewhere in the town but you said you don't want that" "My priority is to protect you and your family, being far from you won't help me" "Your wife might get pissed if she heard that, you know what I learned from my father before he died" "What?" "Your wife should be your priority, that way you will have peace at home and work. If you truly want peace in your life, then treat her well. You know what will happen if you don't"

I hissed, jabbing my finger toward his chest, “is that you can’t rail me into a coma, whisper vows into my skin, and then vanish into your files like I’m just… just…” “Just what?” he asked softly, voice dangerous. I faltered, my throat tight. “Like I’m not your priority.” Silence fell heavy. His eyes sharpened, his smirk gone. “You think you’re not my priority?” I swallowed hard, suddenly caught. “I—” In two strides, he was in front of me, his size swallowing me, his hands gripping my face. “You’re my wife. My everything. You and Elian are the only reason I fucking breathe,” he growled, his forehead pressing to mine. “Work is survival. You—” his thumb brushed my lip, his voice breaking low “

First- I need to make love to my wife and let her know how much I love her. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

“Didn’t you say you’re going to put your company and your work first? Don’t tell me I am now on your priority list?” “This is also for the sake of my company.” The steel doors opened and he pulled her inside along with him, he was holding her hands tight as though he was afraid she would run off. “A caring husband who would put his wife first, the embodiment of a perfect man living a perfect life, isn’t that beautiful?” Beautiful? Is that truly considered beautiful?

"Yeah, but you are legally my wife as well. And wife trumps all." |||||

“I made a promise to Giada last night, so we just went to get some pastries—” My explanation faltered, caught in my throat, as I heard him softly tut with disapproval. “As my wife, you must always prioritize my desires above everyone else’s,” he said, lifting his head to lock his gaze with mine. His eyes were intense, searching. “The sooner you learn this rule, the quicker we can find harmony as husband and wife.” I swallowed hard before nodding. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him off and say that my daughter would be more important than anyone in my life, including him.

“See you next week, he said. And he exited her room and closed the door behind him without a glance. That was romantic. Not even 48 hours together and they had to part. Now she found herself alone in a huge apartment, with still two weeks of scheduled meetings, and a gala by weekend. Her husband did not even wait for her spaghetti. How unusual to have an immediate board meeting but she knew so little how corporations work, she better not assume anything. He was a busy man, handling two multi-billion corporations responsible for thousands of employees all over the world. To expect him to spend time with her and customize his schedule around hers is not only immature but fiscally suicidal. The

she whispered but Hunter heard it. “Ma!” “Whatever, Hunter. Just come back immediately. You know that your older brothers and sister can handle the company, but they still need you,” she uttered and held her son’s hand. “You’re a great asset to our company.” “Thanks, ma. But you know that my top priority is my wife.” “Your wife, again? It’s always about your wife.” She sarcastically laughed. “Of course, ma. She’s my better half. My decision is also her decision. I am just lucky that she is supportive and understanding.”

She tossed her purse to the couch and took steps to him, closing the gap between them. “Oh you noticed?” She mocked arching a brow. Ryan exhaled loudly. He shut his eyes for a second and snapped it back open. “Of course, I did. You're my wife and my priority—” “Your priority?” She questioned back instantly. “I'm your priority but you just set up our unborn child for destruction by making those absurd decisions without informing me about it.” Ryan's face fell. He took a step to her but she was faster to take two steps back.