Beautiful Wives Novels & Stories

Its sweetheart neckline showcased my cleavage to perfection, and I couldn't help but feel that I belonged among this elegant gathering. "Have you ever heard that saying? When two people meet unexpectedly and get to know each other, that's an accident. When they cross paths or meet again the second time, it's a coincidence. So, what do you think it's called when two people see each other for the third time?" I queried, my gaze locked onto Karious, who was engrossed in conversation with a mysterious woman. I squinted my eyes. Who the heck is that woman? The hell is she doing, touching and caressing Karious' arms and chest?!

Rose close her eyes and shake as no. Aaron looked at Rose's face. She is not radiant as she was a few months earlier, Her eyes are closed but her long lashes are trembling. Under her eyes, there are dark spots. -Maybe because she is taking care of Aiden- Her is biting her lower lips. Aaron knows this is not to his taste. If you ask him a year ago he will say he definitely not going to marry this type of girl. But look at it The person standing in front of him is his wife, the mother of his child, And for him most beautiful woman. He thinks that he goes crazy saying the messy-looking Rose is beautiful but he finds her beautiful.

But the road ahead remained uncertain. Hand in hand, Maya and Amara stepped into the unknown, their journey towards a new life just beginning. They had lost much, but they had also found something irreplaceable - a bond forged in adversity, a friendship strengthened by shared struggles. Now, they would face the world together, ready to write a new chapter in their story. They were no longer just a billionaire's bride and a rebel on the run.

The fusion of silver, gold, and jade created a luxurious, ancient aesthetic, transporting all who beheld it to a realm of timeless opulence. As I was still walking around, enjoying the view, I saw an elderly woman walk in. Immediately, I knew she was the matriarch of the family because she exudes so much confidence and authority. She was beautifully adorned in silk material. I bowed slightly to greet her as she approached, but her action left me thunderstruck. Is this how they welcome strangers? I marvelled.

Gaby said. “You know what, Gaby, there was this film that my grandma always watched. She told us why she loved watching this. The story refers to two women who have had accidents. One was gorgeous and the other not much, but you can’t tell who because of their ruined face. So, that not-so-beautiful woman had the brains of the beautiful woman who died in the accident. The beauty had a husband and has memories of flashbacks.”

It was a beautiful sunset. It was as magnificent as the sight of a couple strolling amidst the romantic scenery. The couple were holding hands while walking on the beach. Their bare feet were touching the powdery white sand. “I love the sunset. I can’t believe that I am in this place. This is paradise,” the woman uttered. She gently squeezed the hand of her companion and took it on her lips. She kissed it. “Thank you so much for taking me here, darling Pablo.” She was continuously kissing that one hand of her lover while they kept walking.

These people are billionaires. The door opened. And everything stopped. A man and woman sat at the table. The man was older, powerful, dressed in a suit that screamed money without saying a word. The woman beside him was beautiful—elegant, graceful, with skin like cream and— Eyes. Eyes exactly like Crystal's. The woman stood so fast her chair scraped. Her hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled down her cheeks before anyone spoke. "Crystal." Sienna's voice was soft. "These are Adrian and Isabelle Laurent."

‘How in the world am I supposed to be focused on this house tour when all that was running in my mind is that line he said?’ It was impossible to ignore, let alone forget. ‘Allow me to spoil you a little, Isobelle.’ “A little? A little?! How could this little kingdom be categorized as little?” Belle stared at the signed impressionist painting. That art alone looks like it should be in a museum. Wherever she looked, there’s at least one thing that would be considered a treasure. “I didn’t marry him for money, didn’t I? Gosh. What if I’m really one of those gold diggers? Oh, hell.”

The headline screamed in bold: BILLIONAIRE ETHAN BLACKWOOD'S SECRET MARRIAGE EXPOSED: ARTIST WIFE HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT? Below it, a blurry photo—her laughing up at Ethan outside the courthouse, his hand at the small of her back. Another of her boarding a plane to Florence alone. Speculation followed: Was it a publicity stunt? A green-card marriage? Or had the reclusive billionaire finally been tamed by an unknown painter? Lila scrolled, stomach churning. Comments poured in—vicious, curious, envious. "Gold digger." "She doesn't look like his type." "Poor Victoria—dumped for some nobody."

Who then gave them that impression that the runaway bride latter came back? Rohan? No! Rohan only instructed his assistant to get a wedding gown that has a heavy vile, which eventually covered the face of the bride, the body features of the two girls were almost the same only their faces were different. So the congregant in the church auditorium including Madam Hamati got the impression by themselves or from the social media that the bride latter came back. Madam Vivian Hamati was not only confused because of the apparent change in bride, but was also confused because to her ‘the young woman looked so much like madam Julia Bon-Hwa’ she was thinking this in her heart.