Warning: Rated R-19 Trigger Warning: This story contains mature themes including violence, emotional distress, intense relationships, and other sensitive content. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Evelyn Winters is a sheltered naive girl who was homeschooled by her father to keep her safe from the outside world. The Storm brothers Elijah, Noah, and Ace are triplets known for their ruthless business tactics and dangerous tempers. Billionaires with a thirst for power and violence they are feared by many. But what happens when these cold deadly men meet Evelyn? Can the impossible happen love? Or will it turn into something darker like obsession? Disclaimers: Hi! Just a quick note before you start reading. This is Their Wife by Sainist, and I want to make it clear that I am not the original author. All credit and love for this story go to Sainist, the amazing writer who created it. This story used to be posted publicly, but it was taken down. I really loved it, and I know many others did too. So, I wanted to reupload it-not to take credit or anything like that, but simply to keep it alive for those who might have missed it or want to reread it. I am not claiming this as my work in any way. This is purely a reupload for readers who still want to enjoy the story. If Sainist ever sees this and prefers that it not be shared anymore, I will respect that completely and take it down immediately, no questions asked. Also, I want to be upfront about a few things. This story is not suitable for young readers or anyone who might be uncomfortable with intense or mature themes. The content can be heavy and may not be for everyone, especially if you are sensitive to violence or darker emotional situations. Please read with care. Note: I don't have the exact photos of the characters, the settings, or scenery of the story. Thank you, and enjoy reading!

"Shh...it's useless to cry over something that you have no control over. Give in before I bring your dear sister's cadaver as wedding gift." His words made her stiffen making her let out another wrecked sob. Ralph let out a amused chuckle at her disheveled face. Alexei's midnight eyes stared down at her, his jaw flexing as silence between them stretched. Rara felt another pair of impatient cold hands lewdly running over her waist with shameless speed. Her throat constricted as if their touch nauseated her to the extent she bit down on her inner cheek hardly drawing out metallic taste of blood. "Open up for me, Rara. Let me see how beautiful this tempterous body of yours is." **** They came to me in the night, cruel, darkly handsome men from the most dangerous corners of the world in name of helping me in my worst time. I should've known better that peace in this world come with a price. Price of my freedom. They tormented me, destroyed me, ripping apart my world with their quest for revenge. Two years ago, I met them. In our first meeting, I was betrothed to them. Now they've come to claim me, destroying anyone standing in their way. Even me. I fear them, I hate them and worse of all I couldn't escape them.

"⚠️ This story contains themes of abuse, manipulation, and violence. It is purely fictional and not intended to romanticize harmful behavior." Alex grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him, his voice low, dangerous-a venom-laced promise. "You're mine now," he growled. "My wife. My hidden bride. My possession. I'll Fuck you when I want, how I want, where I want. And if you even flinch, I'll make sure you never walk again." He stepped closer, his eyes blazing with rage and obsession. "Take off your clothes, Lara. Now." She trembled, frozen, tears running down her cheeks. -and he shoved her against the wall. "You thought marriage to me would be a cage?" he sneered. "No, Lara. This is hell. And I'm the devil who'll fuck you as I see fit. Whenever. Wherever. However. Because you belong to me now." "I said take them off," he hissed in her ear. "Before I rip them off myself." Lara's breath hitched as she slowly raised trembling fingers to her blouse. Every movement was filled with dread, humiliation, and hopelessness. He grabbed her roughly, threw her on the bed, climbing on top of her like a predator claiming its prey. His lips crashed against hers-not with love, but punishment. His kiss bruised. His hands unforgiving. "Spread your legs like a good little wife," he hissed, "or I'll force them open."