Novel & Cerita Alex Cross Wife

Gran Gran muttered, “You have no right to show your face. Not after the disaster you’ve caused.” “Shut up.” Alex rolled his eyes. He made himself welcome, plopping right onto her couch and grabbing a cookie from her table. She hated the sight of him, too bad he was too powerful to get rid of. “State your business, Alexander.” “My wife betrayed me.” “To whose surprise?” The old woman snickered, “I could smell the rat in that girl’s eyes the moment I met her.” Alex’s eyes turned dark, “It’s so easy to kill you. I’ll not tolerate any disrespect towards her. I don’t care if she’s dead to me or not.”

Even after they enter the office, I am still standing there. The only thought in my mind is 'his wife.' I never knew he was married, there are no pictures, or even a paragraph about such a thing. I don't know how I get back to my office, much less to sit around my desk, but all I know now is that I lost my appetite, and I feel sick to my stomach. Mr Cross is married. He has a wife, who was a dog that wears a yellow onesie and is being pushed around in a stroller like a child.

His tall body stood firmly by the door, with no intention of approaching and helping her. Alice was shocked. She wondered why Alex's attitude had changed towards her? Hadn't he just been very sweet to her and asked her to sign a letter transferring the ownership of his company? “Honey!” Alice called out. "Stop calling me that, Alice! It sounds disgusting coming out of your mouth," Alex snapped, raising his voice. Alice? Alice's eyeballs widened. So, Alex knew everything already? "I'm not Alice. I'm Claire Jhonson! Your wife!“

Lucy crossed her arms slowly. “Yes, I did. And I’ll do it ten more times if you don’t shut that filthy mouth of yours.” Alicia stared at her in outrage. “How dare you raise your dirty hand at me? Do you even know who I am?” Lucy lifted a brow. “I am Alexander Vaughn’s wif…” she wanted to say but then quickly stopped, her eyes shifting around onto everyone in the room until it landed on Alex’s cold gaze, which made her shiver with fear and swallow whatever she wanted to say.

“You dare ask me that?” She took a step forward. “I am the wife. HIS WIFE. I am Mrs. Alexis Brandon. I'm sure you never expected this day.” Astrid’s breath caught. “I put a tracker on his car. And I followed him,” Alexis continued, voice rising. “So this is where you both sneak around,hang out and commit all sort of dirty acts. How does it feel? Being with a married man who's old enough to be your father?” Astrid opened her mouth, but no sound came.

"But Dad also has muscles." "Dad's muscles are starting to wrinkle." She teased him. They went downstairs to find that Alex had indeed arrived with a woman. Alessandro and Keira frowned. The woman was at least five years younger than their father and looked dazzling. "Hey, these are my children," Alex said. "My son, Alessandro, and his beautiful wife, Keira." "I’ve heard so much about you," the woman smiled. "Everyone, this is Rhian Gomez," Alex said.

However, when he saw instead of the airline's website that his wife was searching the pages about condoms, their effectiveness, and disadvantages, he thought deeply. If Vanessa knew about the will, then she also knew about the existence of a clause about the heir ... If she had stayed with him, she would surely have somehow manipulated pregnancy ... Fortunately, Theo met Josephine and put a point of connection with Vanessa. All that was left of that woman was a box of condoms that she left in a drawer.

I heard a nurse say and I slowed my steps, pressing myself against the wall. “Which one?” “The one who had a small knife cut and her husband refused to leave her side all night.” “Oh! The CEO, right? Banks Corporation?” My heart stopped. They were talking about Alexander. I leaned closer to hear more. “Yeah. He’s such a good husband.” I scoffed. Good husband, my foot. “Meanwhile,” another nurse added. “There’s that other woman who got into an accident. She had no visitors, poor thing.” Ouch.

Axel replied. “My wife?” Aiden stuttered, he was married to that woman he had shoved away, how was that possible? He had looked her dead in the face but nothing had come to his mind. “Yes and…” “Why do I feel like you are hiding something from me? You told me Natalia meant nothing to me but she had come to look for me and then Clarissa and now this woman you claim to be my wife.” “That woman I claim to be your wife has a name and it is Selena…wait…Natalia was here?” Axel breathed out brushing his hand through his head as he chuckled realizing what was going on.

Whether I liked it or not, we had to keep up the act—even when we were nowhere near each other. “I don’t believe you!” Victoria suddenly screamed, her voice cutting through the room as she spun toward Dexter. “Is it true? Is she really his wife?” Dexter didn’t hesitate. He straightened and nodded once, his tone firm and professional. “Yes, ma’am. Alliyah is Boss Astley’s wife.” The effect was immediate. Victoria’s face drained of color, her confident smirk cracking like fragile porcelain. For a split second, disbelief flickered in her eyes—raw, ugly, desperate—before she masked it with a sharp, brittle laugh.