My Wife, My Rules
Copyright© 2026 by Alexandra Velka
Chapter 4
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 4 - In a world where men make the rules and women learn to live in their shadow, Tess does not belong anywhere. She is afraid of people. She looks at the ground when she has to speak, and in company, she would rather disappear into the floor. If she could, she would live in silence. Alone. But she cannot, and the world finds her anyway. And in it, a man who is not used to asking permission. Aiden is everything Tess fears: strong, uncompromising, and never one to look away.
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As Aiden dressed in more formal attire, his fingers slowed of their own accord. He fastened each button as though by force, for his thoughts kept returning to that invitation. Formal. Brief. Delivered during a chance encounter. Supposedly so he could meet their daughter. Unmarried. From a wealthy house. In all likelihood well raised, under her parents’ control, and prepared to fulfill social expectations. There was no doubt what this was about. An heiress needed a husband. And they were choosing one for her.
But why him?
To the locals, he was nothing more than a learned but poor wanderer. He muttered to himself,
“What do they actually want? What is behind this?”
He had that unpleasant feeling in his belly, the one that comes when something does not fit, but a person does not yet know what. Like an unfamiliar sound from the forest. Quiet. Unclear. Yet gratingly wrong.
Still, he told himself he did not care. At least for now. He had accepted the invitation and intended to survive it as a duty. Tess was still whirling through his head. And she was the reason he had no intention of lingering there at all.
The carriage passed through the stone gate and crunched across the gravel before the grand residence of the Anagnostos family. Shutters stood open, light flickered within, and for a fleeting moment he thought he heard laughter. High. Female. Unfamiliar. Not like Tess’s. Laughter he would have recognized among a thousand.
The servants did not fuss over him. A bow. A polite word. Then they led him at once to a sitting room, where the lord and lady of the house awaited him. The man was broad-shouldered, clad in garments that likely cost more than their servant’s yearly income. The woman was polished, her gaze that of one who always knew what was proper and fitting.
They exchanged formal greetings and, to his relief, invited him straight to the dining room. Thank the heavens. The sooner they ate, the sooner the visit would end.
He entered the great hall first. The furnishings did not surprise him. A vast table dressed in crystal glassware, polished cutlery, and candlesticks casting small gleams of light upon the walls. Everything was perfect. Coldly perfect. Like a porcelain display one was not even allowed to look at too closely.
A slender female figure was already overseeing the table, her back to him. He could not miss the deep crimson gown. Each movement was perfectly smooth, practiced. Her red hair, somehow familiar, had been swept up. He saw no more, for the lady clearly heard the sound of those approaching and turned toward them.
The moment Aiden saw her face, the sudden recognition almost knocked him off his feet.
“Tess?!” he whispered, shocked.
The beautiful young woman wore a rich, heavily gathered formal gown, her elegant coiffure complemented by a jeweled tiara. Large gold earrings, along with the rest of her many jewels, completed not only her exquisite appearance, but also Aiden’s shock. She looked like someone who had never set foot in a forest. Someone who would fear soiling her hem on wet grass. The finest lady of any gathering smiled at him beautifully and stepped forward with confidence.
His shock was masked by her father’s voice.
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