Anthony Volpe Wife Novels & Stories

What had he thought, that she’d be his little piece on the side? And Celeste. Sally’s heart ached. She didn’t deserve a husband who thought it was ok to proposition his staff.How many other women had he tried it with? How many had said yes? She didn’t think he’d tried it with Kyra, the way she interacted with everyone hinted to the fact she was both happily married and not above chewing someone out when they were being a dick. Did Celeste know? Did it have any connection to her walking out of the interview? Had she taken one look at Sally and realised she was her husband’s type?

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

“Nova group said she drowned herself last month, how does that even make sense?” “Liam’s ex is back and she’s married to his uncle, This is insane!” Theo extended his hand, I took it and he pulled me close, and turned back to the crowd. “Everyone… meet my wife. Mrs. Olivia Rockwell.”

"My business card. Sleep in the back room. Tomorrow morning at eight, I'll pick you up for church." After the departure of the man he said would become her husband, Livy read the business card in front of her. A full name and job title, as well as the man's place of work, were written on it. William Artha Hamington, CEO of Hamington Corporation. Livy was stunned. God, will she be the secret wife of a CEO?

***** “Well, small mouths and big talks don’t suit a rat like you. Enjoy the auction for now, if anything, put your little wife in show too, maybe someone will bid a higher price on her. And she’d—“ Ralph there his head back laughing. Antonio looked baffled for a second. Embarrassed as she looked around as people started whispering to themselves. I felt shame how Antonio talked about me. Ralph shook his head, wiping a tear from his eye. “Watch your mouth when you speak about my wife. I will be offended, and who knows I might end up skimming you alive for disrespecting her.” His voice cold as he glared at his father. Antonio swallowed hard as Ralph grabbed my hand, intertwine his fingers with

"Somehow, I think you already know." "Perhaps. But let me introduce myself formally. I'm Count Michael Conte." "Carina McKenz – ah, Carina Swann." He noticed her mistake and seemed to put it on a mental note. "Just married, right?" "Yes." "However, she wandered the corridors alone, and without her husband's company all night." He shook his head. "American style is a tragedy." "My husband is here for work reasons." "Eric Swann, right?" She nodded. "You should know him better. He's pitching for a waterfront project."

"She is..." "I'm his wife," Athena interrupted Valentino, showing the diamond ring on her ring finger to everyone present in the room. "I'm Athena Volkova, his wife. I'm so sorry for the interruption, I just wanted to see my husband, you know, being newly married and all that."

Out of all the people in the damn world, she had to get tangled up with him. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as I scrolled further. More pictures. More headlines. More fuel for the fire that was rapidly consuming my last shred of control. “Billionaire Angelo’s Wife Spotted Cozying Up to Rival in a Nightclub!” “Angelo’ s wife Getting Handsy with a New Man?” “Trouble in Paradise? Angelo’s Wife and His Biggest Competitor in an Intimate Dance!” My jaw locked so tightly it ached. My fingers curled tighter around my phone until—

“Ha…!” Nial chortled at Faye’s question, and he looked back at Faye. “Young lady, this brother is married.” Anthony halted and looked at her seriously. “Charmine is my wife, and our child is five years old.” Faye met his cold eyes and bit her lip, feeling as though a bucket of cold water was dumped on her. He was married and, worse still, had a five-year-old child! She looked at his back and fell silent for a few seconds. Not wanting to give up, she caught up to him and continued, “Brother Anthony, your wife is so beautiful.”