12 Book(s) Related to The wife

As the substitute bride, I was viewed by my father as a pawn and by my stepmother as someone of no worth.
Abandoned by my father and sent to the countryside while still a child, I finally returned home, only to be swiftly discarded once more—this time, to a mental institution at my stepmother's behest.
It was not until three years later that I was released, my freedom bought solely for the purpose of taking my stepsister's place in marriage to the Sterling family.
"The Sterling family's wealth is beyond measure, and William Sterling is a rare and worthy gentleman. To marry into their house in your sister's stead is a blessing—don't forget your place!"
Yet all knew that William, crippled in a car accident, was no longer who he once was—moody, volatile, and, as rumors went, not long for this world
No one could have foreseen that after our wedding, William's legs would miraculously heal.
And only then did they begin to realize that this new young female was far from ordinary. As the truth was unearthed, they were left in astonishment.
This woman was a true queen.

"Mrs. Avery Grayson!"
"That's me," I blurted, jumping to my feet, my heart twirling.
The warden held out a plain brown envelope. It had to be something from Chase—a message, a keepsake, something personal to remind me that he hadn't forgotten me.
I tore it open—
Divorce papers.
Beneath them a thick ivory card:
Chase Grayson and Astrid Russell request the honor of your presence.
My sister's name, in gold ink.
After spending three years in prison for a crime I didn't commit, I walked out expecting freedom. Instead, I found betrayal. My husband had not only left me—he married my younger sister. And if that wasn't cruel enough, he sold me like a commodity… to Axel Blackwood, a ruthless, enigmatic man with a dark past and even darker secrets.
Now, trapped in Axel's world of danger, power, and deception, I must fight for answers, for survival—and maybe, for a second chance at reclaiming the life they tried to destroy.

Monica, an introverted and beautiful high school student, discovers that she was adopted after her parents passed away in a car accident. Three years later, she meets her biological family, which includes her managing director brother, Gavin Moore. However, Monica finds it hard to accept her new family all at once. Moreover, she is surprised to learn that she has four brothers. Gavin tries to ease her discomfort by giving her a gift, but the school's principal keeps flattering the family, which causes Gavin to offer funds for the school's construction to stop the principal's insincere behavior. Monica accepts the gift and meets her brother's Rolls Royce, which overshadows even the daughter of a member of the school board of directors. Monica is left wondering what life with four brothers will be like.

Stella Hall is a journalist. On the day of her flash marriage, her husband abandoned her to see his former first love.
Years later, she held a camera while Matthew assisted beside her: "News Queen, at your service!"
Matthew smiled and handed over a list: "This is tomorrow's trending topics list. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Stella just said nonchalantly: "Well done. You don't have to kneel on the keyboard tonight."

Trigger alert: violent scenes; unsuccessful sexual assault.

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Aneska Antheara Willis did not expect that her adoptive parents would use the girl as collateral to replace their biological child who was supposed to marry a billionaire who was a stranger to Aneska. However, by marrying the billionaire, Aneska may be able to get clues that led to the murder of the girl's family seventeen years ago.

Married to Edwin Zeelar, even though only on paper, Aneska is quite attached. Not only emotionally, but also by fate because Edwin was involved in an incident seventeen years ago. But apparently, there was another path that led to the suspect. With the help of Edwin, who often returned home injured, Aneska arrived before the suspect in the murder of her family. What will the girl do? Revenge, or choose another path according to his heart's desires?

Emily's Sanchez worst nightmare comes alive when her five years old daughter is diagnosed with

Kidney failure. Heartbroken and distraught, Emily must do everything to save her daughter's life but

her hands her tied when she cannot afford the money for the treatment. Her life takes a turn when

fate brings her face to face with a strange man who offers to pay her child's hospital bills but at a

costly price. Is this price too much to pay for the life of her child?

"It hurts. Can you be gentle? I’m already married to you. Did you give the money to my brother?”

Their marriage is a trade-off. On the night of the wedding, she still thought of another man.

He stormed off angrily and left her alone.

The life afterwards wasn’t like what she had imagined. He spoiled her like a can of honey. He can satisfy whatever she wants—even if it’s the stars in the sky.

Echo Miller once had the perfect married life—a gentle, caring husband Jason, an adorable daughter Emma, and an enviable middle-class lifestyle. Until one midnight, she felt a stranger's brutal assault through a drug-induced haze, only to wake up and find her husband sleeping peacefully on the couch.

At first, she thought it was a nightmare, until the tearing pain and bodily fluids on her underwear made her realize—someone had raped her while she was completely defenseless.

When Echo began investigating the truth, she discovered a devastating reality: her husband had been drugging her milk with sleeping pills, then "renting out" her unconscious body like merchandise to a masked pervert, with the entire rape being livestreamed for perverts worldwide to watch.

For two years, she wasn't a wife—she was her husband's trafficked sex slave.

On the day I was diagnosed with late-stage pancreatic cancer, my husband's old flame returned. He greeted her with deep affection: "Welcome home."

For three years, I'd been nothing more than a stand-in, molded to resemble her. That lasted until she appeared at a charity gala in the same dress as mine, arm-in-arm with my husband, who pushed me aside with, "You're blocking Valerie."

I signed the papers to refuse treatment and resolved to end my silence. I could still muster a faint smile as she brought in designers to plan renovations for my apartment. But when she fed chocolate to my dog with a laugh, watching it convulse and die in my arms—

In that moment, cradling its body as it grew cold, I told my brother over the phone: "Find out everything about Valerie."

I lost my parents when I was seven and ended up living with my grandfather. Grandpa was a stubborn old guy who came over from Europe with nothing and somehow managed to build a hotel empire.

At some fancy charity event in college, I met William Ashford. The guy was drop-dead gorgeous, charming, and came from one of those old-money families with mansions and everything. What I didn't know? They were broke as hell. Our wedding was like something straight out of a movie, and my five-million-dollar dowry plus ten percent of Grandpa's company basically saved their asses.

For three years, I thought I was living the dream. Then his ice-queen mother Catherine started pushing for grandkids, and that's when the pre-pregnancy checkup dropped a bombshell - William couldn't have kids. I told everyone I was too focused on my career to want to be a mom, protecting his ego like a total idiot.

Then Katya showed up. William's childhood friend, back from France, claiming she was dying and wanted him to be her sperm donor through IVF. Her "final gift" from a dying friend. I said absolutely not, but between Katya's sob story and his mother's guilt-tripping, William started wavering.

Then I found out I'd been divorced.

I found the receipt in my husband Owen's jacket. Le Bernardin. 8:30 PM. Two entrees, wine, crème brûlée—Kenna's favorite.
At 8:30, I was sitting in the ER. My mom needed emergency surgery, and I'd begged him to come. He said he was working late.
He lied.
For three years, I gave Owen everything. Eighty thousand dollars from my parents—our down payment money—to fund his architecture studio. My income to pay our bills while he "built his dream." My design work, free of charge, to make his projects shine.
And he made me invisible.
His website lists Kenna as his partner. His award speech thanks her. When clients ask who did the gardens that sell his buildings, he credits "various contractors."
I kept a notebook. Every dollar, every project, every time he chose her over me.
Now I want it back. All of it.
I'm leaving him a note, my lawyer's number, and one demand: my money, or 25% of his studio.
The roses on our table are dead. I forgot to change the water this week.
Maybe it's time I stopped trying to keep dead things alive.