Benjamin Wadsworth Wife Novels & Stories

“Meeting you here today is also a blessing. Can we go over there and talk for a bit? She pointed towards the far stone bench. She followed and nodded. She was having a good time just now, but as soon as Elina turned away, she revealed an unpredictable sinister expression. With her eyes signaled to the bodyguard to return to the car, she approached her. Elina sat down, comfortably taking a deep breath. Soon Marilyn also came and sat beside her. “I heard you are the wife of President Levi. The Levi family is strong, and Robin is not ordinary, but why is their wedding not on the hot news of the newspapers? Marilyn looked up at the sky and casually asked a question she already knew. Originally,

Pretty smart, I know. "Well if its isn't my good friend jack who else would be disturbing me at this hour."A tall man walked in . "Am sorry for my disturbance."He said bowing. "You are forgiven,did you bring me a snack as a Compensation."He said staring at Bethany lustfully. "Well no she is a friend ,she escaped from Mr B property o thought I should bring her ."he said. "You must be pretty smart to get pass his security."he said surprised. "Its no big deal ,I just had to wait for the right time."I said.

She went to her room and after taking her bath and laying on the bed she shut her eyes close with the knowledge of what's will happen the next day. As early as 6am Cassandra had succeeded in making the whole media channels in the country carry the news of the Nuella and Israel’s affair. The whole internet was on fire, everyone who walk the streets were busy with their phones reading the news with an headline that says: The Heiress Of Armstrong Empire And Wife Of The Multinational Business Mogul, Nuella Haywood Is Having An Affair With Her Long Time Friend Called Israel Who Is The Owner Of One Of The Popular StartUp Tech Company.

“Read it again,” Dave said softly, his voice steady as he showed the screen to Cloe. “Sophia says it’s someone we already know.” Cloe leaned over his shoulder, scanning the message, and felt her chest tighten. “Who,” she asked gently. “Did she say a name.” Dave typed back quickly, his fingers careful on the screen. Sophia. Who is it. Tell me. The reply came within seconds. Margaret. Not your Margaret, the one with the trust records. A different one. The entry lists Grace’s daughter’s husband’s sister as “Margaret Bishop, married name unrecorded.”

You are drowning in your own ocean of miseries, Searching for helping hands. If only you knew that the only hand you can trust is the one at the end of your own arm. ................................................... His foot was tapping on the floor consistently as his hands were intermingled in worry. Worrying gaze checking the main door for her entrance any second. "Sir your wife was seen in the head building of WV Chemicals" "Sir she just left from here in a broken state"

And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk. The mistress died, pointing all the evidence to Sebastian. And only Angela could save her husband. Secret after secrets starting to reveal. A dilemma that their so-called perfect family is just lingering at the corner. Waiting to unfold. How can Angela cope up with all of these? Is her love enough to protect, her family? A struggle of a wife who vowed in the altar. 'Till death do us apart.'

About feeling restless and caged and grateful all at once. We never talked about the kiss. Never acknowledged the tension humming between us, even over the phone line. But it was there. Always there. "Miss Arkwright!" I turned to find Patricia from accounting approaching with wide eyes and a poorly concealed smile. "You're back! We heard you had a family emergency. Is everything okay?" Translation: We heard you and Adrian broke up, and we want all the gossip. "Everything's fine," I said smoothly. "Just some personal matters I needed to handle. All sorted now."

“They got married about three months ago, it was closed off, no one was in attendance except the two of them. Exactly two days to their wedding, Bethany divorced her former husband, Charles Worth.” With the silence in the studio, a small and inconsequential pin drop will sound like a nuclear bomb.

"It's fine, Ethan. I'll figure the project out myself." The ruder she gets, the more he'll hate her for it. And once she landed this Sinclair deal for the family, the title of Mrs. Blackwood was as good as hers. A flicker of pride crossed her face as she strode out of Ethan's office, chin held high. More than a few employees watched her go with poorly concealed disdain. If Naomi were still here, this deal wouldn't be stuck in the mud like this. The whole floor had read the reports. Everyone knew Ethan was still legally married. And still, Chloe clung to him like nothing had changed. It didn't sit right with most of them.