The Other Wife Book Novels & Stories

An incoming freshman university student goes to his family's old house to stay there had an unexpected experience, he accidentally entered a portal to a different realm and was able to meet a god? What will happen to him now?

In the third year of our marriage, I suddenly received a wedding invitation from my own husband, with the bride being my cousin, Lina. Following the address on the invitation, I flew to America. However, the moment I arrived, I saw my husband, Marco, the youngest Don in Italy, wrapping his arm around Lina as they toasted together. Fireworks burst across the sky, forming both of their names. Inside the chapel, his men laughed and joked. “In Italy, he married Aurora, and in America, he'll marry Lina. The Don really gets the best of both worlds!” “But didn’t he say he didn’t feel anything for Lina?” Marco’s deep voice cut through the noise. “I really didn’t, at first. To me, she was just a kid, but she pursued me for years. She never cared how cold I was, and she even stayed by my side for the two years I was paralyzed, taking care of me. Even if my heart were made of stone, I couldn’t stay unmoved forever.” The two years he was paralyzed… So during those years, while I was out in the desert, eating sand and sleeping under the open sky, fighting exhaustion just to gather rare medicinal extracts to treat his injured spine, my husband had begun his romance with my cousin. I wiped my tears, pulled out the divorce papers Marco had signed when he first got hurt, and added my own signature. If devotion can’t compare to someone simply staying by his side, I don’t need a man who can betray me so easily.

Caroline Rossi was finally happy. Three months pregnant, with loving husbands, the Rossi twins. They knew about her dark past, and she knew about theirs. And they had just accepted each other. But what happens when their ex wife, who had been murdered years ago by the twins enemy, returns, alive?

On our seventh anniversary, an event planner called, already hyping up my wife, Talia. "Ms. Sweeney, we're putting a family photo of you four in the main hall. And some shots of your little princess. That okay? Also, can you confirm your son carrying his sister onstage?" I froze. There were only two people in our house—Talia and me. A family of four? Two kids? I called Talia, the hotel's general manager. She brushed it off. "Probably a client. Wrong number on a contract. I hand out cards all day." I stared at the balloons and flowers I'd set up in the private room—then swiped them all to the floor. Gone. I turned and called my sister, the Director of the Business Compliance Bureau. "Naomi, Talia's cheating. She's got two kids. Get me the best divorce lawyer. I want her out—and out of my hotel."

Scarlet Williams is married to Jared Blakemore who's the richest man in B City. Their lives were disrupted by animosity and unjust allegations. A single erroneous choice caused their sole source of unconditional love to despise them as the The skeletons of the past are never buried. *** Jared angrily pushed into the room. "Can you tell me where my wife is, doctor?" "I'm sorry, Mr. Blakemore. Your wife has left the city." "What do you mean? You were supposed to look after her and the kids." Feeling frustrated, Jared searched the room but couldn't find any of Scarlet's belongings. He did, however, notice a report on the light table. Jared's forehead furrowed as he examined a file labeled "Legal Documents." "What is this?" "They are legal papers," came the reply. Feeling angry and frustrated, Jared stormed down the stairs. "Have you seen Scarlet?" he asked his uncle Nathan. Uncle Nathan was taken aback. "Scarlet left the house this morning. It's better for everyone, Jared. Her presence only riles you up." Jared came to a halt upon hearing the news and was in disbelief that Scarlet wanted a permanent divorce from him. As he ran his fingers through his hair, he took out his phone and called for a thorough search of every corner of B city's airport, demanding the safe return of his wife and children.

The novel is about a contemporary married couple on bad bases. Including hatred. But the arrival of the third person will change the cost of their living not only into a nightmare but also make them discover love

Meet Esmerelda Sleuth. Sleuth is her name and investigating is her game. (Paranormal Investigating, that is.) Esmerelda makes a good living as an investigator in a rather progressive firm. She lives a stable and sensible life until she meets Lance; an old money "hottie" who works for a real estate firm next to her building. After accepting an invitation for a weekend getaway party, she quickly discovers that Lance has a secret. He is wealthy. That part is true. And, yes, he's procured a job as a realtor in the building next door. His secret is that he belongs to an underground society of humans who didn't abandon their connection to magic centuries ago when religion declared it evil and he has traveled through time specifically to find her and bring her back to his time to marry him. If that isn't enough of a far fetched tale to absorb, he informs her that she was born in his time to a family belonging to that same secret society and was promised in marriage to him as an infant. When enemies who didn't want to see the union of families take place made attempts on her life, her parents sent her into the future and erased her memories of them as a precaution. Possessing virtually no belief in magic, ghosts, psychics, time travel, etc., it takes some doing on Lance's part to convince her to believe his story and go back with him. When she does, the lies, deceit and attempts on her life start all over again. Will she escape emotionally and physically unscathed? "The Other Side Of the Mirror" is a steamy-paranormal-romance- mystery-thriller and book one of the Esmerelda Sleuth series.

His gun-roughened hands burned against my waist, every breath laced with the cold, unyielding possession that had made him the most feared Cosa Nostra Don in all of Sicily. A shrill ring sliced through the haze. He answered in guttural Sicilian. It was the dialect I’d learned years ago to fit into his world, so I caught every word. His consigliere was screaming down the line at him for filing a valid, legally binding marriage license with Sofia Lombardi, the woman who’d abandoned him when a bomb left him mute for seven years. Luca’s order was cold as a trigger pull. “Secure the original license in the family vault. Draw up a forged, null-and-void marriage license for Isa to keep her compliant.” In the eyes of the law, of his entire crew, I was nothing but his mistress. After seven years of laying down my life for him, I’d been reduced to nothing but his mistress. Another call flashed. Luca turned to me, the lie already shaping his mouth. “Family matters. The guards will see you home.” Without a word, I stepped out into the Palermo night, my hands shaking as I dialed his mother, Anna Vitali. “I’ll take your fifty million euros. I’ll leave Luca. For good.” Anna once said Luca and I were worlds apart. I had to admit she was right. This time, I want to leave with dignity.

When I found out my wife was hiding the divorce papers from me, I set up a car crash and pretended I had lost my memories. Naively, I thought this could save our seven-year marriage. But when Josephine Gillard found out I had lost my memories, I saw something called relief flicker in her eyes. Calmly, she told me, "We're siblings. Nothing more, nothing less. Even if we aren't related by blood." Before I could say a word, a nurse pushed open the door with a knowing smile. "Your husband and child are here, Dr. Gillard. Oh, I can't believe you're still so in love even after years of marriage." I was struck dumb. Only after Josephine left did I finally find the courage to speak. With a trembling voice, I asked the nurse, "How long has she been married?" The nurse looked envious. "Five years, and she just came back from maternity leave." While I was risking everything to save our marriage, she had already built another family behind my back.

I’m trapped in this marriage… Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Six years have passed, yet I’ve lived like a single woman. But I’m not allowed to love the person I truly want. If there’s anything good that came out of this situation, it’s that we gained a comfortable life—and we no longer live in fear of being hurt again by my alcoholic father. And him? Enjoying his lustful life as if nothing happened in the past six years. An educated woman, yet powerless to escape this prison made of paper. “I didn’t ask for that money!! I worked for all of it. Why?! Don’t you remember what you did to me that night?! How you violated me?! How my body was left covered in bruises and marks?! You may have bought me with your money… but that will never change the evil thing you did.” “You only made me your whore once, Ethan!! You feel disgusted with me? Well don’t you worry, my husband—I feel the same way too. I’m still haunted by nightmares of that lustful night… how you tied me up and pinned me to the bed… how you forced yourself on me so hard because you thought I was Sabrina—the one who hurt you!!! The only thing I did was sell myself to you, but I’ve been trying to forget it all and make things right!!” “I am your wife, Ethan!!! Your wife on that damned piece of paper!!! So no matter what your mistress does… she will always remain just a mistress—as long as I choose it to be that way. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”