Ben Shapiro's Wife Novels & Stories

She sashays to her husband’s side with her head held high and threads her hand through his, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips. King Murder turns to us, his one good eye shining with pride; “Once again, It’s a pleasure to introduce my wife to you all. Two days ago, she was Sharon Armstrong. Today, she’s Sharon King. We got married just a few hours ago. And we accept your well wishes.” This must be a fucking joke. Sharon, the woman who was ready to fight me to the ends of the earth for Bhyron’s love, is married and pregnant for the one man who destroyed his childhood.

Is he really acknowledging me as his wife, or he's simply playing with me right now? Damn it, Noah. Stop giving me false hope. "I—I ahmm, I am her—" "Friend! Ha ha, Noah, this is Shiloah, my friend. Shilo, this is Noah, my..." I look at Noah, then to Shiloah, "Husband," "Friend, huh?" Noah looked at me with suspicion. I secretly shake my head to Shiloah. Noah should not know he's a psychiatrist and that I am seeking Shiloah's help again. The therapy should be kept a secret.

There were revelations online about Bethany being a mistress, using despicable methods to force the original spouse into divorce, and even kidnapping the original spouse today. There were also videos from the Jelaston Summit underground parking lot, showing the kidnapping attempt arranged by her, a video that should have been erased by the Shaw family. Public opinion was furious. But Ryan didn't escape unscathed either. "Oh my go... it turns out that a powerful family really can do whatever they want." "The Shaw family's daughter is amazing, the most powerful mistress in history, really awesome! Using her power to the extreme!" "When they announced their marriage, the original spouse wasn't

“Stop it, Noah Hunter!” I persisted. “No. Not until we clarify some things.” Briana must have realized there is no brooking my stance. Her body became pliant, and she let me turn it around so we could see each other face-to-face. Still, she won’t meet my gaze. Her eyes were downcast. I could see telltale signs of pink on her cheeks and could not help but smile. My wife is shy. I found it endearing. “Look at me, wife.”

Josh Batton spoke up. “Yeah, my wife is indeed amazing. Being a housewife is a waste of her talent. I’m sure she’d be a great director if she were to work in the entertainment industry,” Wilson Batton added with a smile. Sharon Lindt beamed with pride as she heard them. Everybody liked receiving compliments, especially Sharon. Grinning broadly, she could barely hide the joy in her eyes. “You’re all being too nice.” “We mean what we say,” her husband told her.

When she saw the look on Levian’s face, she wanted to laugh at first but after being glared at by him…she did not even think about it. “No No,” Sherry shook her head in denial as she pulled Levian forward. “He is my husband.” Sherry showed her finger- a beautiful ring glistening on it. “He is just fussing around since I am working the night shift today.” As she was done here, she left the room taking Levian with her- the two grannies whispering excitedly behind them.

One of them was that he would not receive a single cent of the Brown family’s assets, including Ashdorf Legacy. In the end, Beckett agreed to marry Vivian, even though he continued his relationship with Shofia. Vivian never knew about Beckett’s affair with Shofia, nor that they had a child, Michelle. Their relationship seemed cold until one day Beckett and Shofia were trapped by their parents into spending one passionate night together, in hopes of producing a child. They thought that if there was a child between Vivian and Beckett, a harmonious relationship would be built.

“Do you know that he dated his co-worker, someone named Grace?” “What? No. How do you know that?” Then Farrah showed me her phone, a picture of William and his assistant, Grace, in a floor-length gown at the MET gala. It was an article about billionaire William Shaw and model Grace Kim. It said the two worked together at LiVo Technologies, and Kim was the reason for Shaw’s recent divorce from socialite wife, Victoria Shaw. “That’s a gossip column. It can’t be true. I’ve met Grace. She’s his personal assistant right now.”

he let out a small laugh and stopped when he noticed the disappointment on her face. “I don’t understand,” She whimpered. “Go inside, freshen up and rest a bit. When it’s dinner time I’ll explain everything to you” he rubbed her arm and left. “Ma’am” a lady dressed in black came. “I’ll help you with that” “Who’re you?” “I’m Anita, your personal attendant, ma’am” She replied. * * * Apparently, the only reason she was married to this gorgeous man was for the growth and stability of his and her father’s company. Her attendant had told her everything while she helped her sort herself out.

TWO YEARS AND THREE MONTHS BACK “Benny proposed last night saying I was the only woman he could ever imagine as his wife. Can you tuck inagine? The fucker dared to say it to my face while fucking that Bitch-are you even listening? Hey! Rara!” I jolted forward when someone shook me by the shoulders.