Benjamin Wadsworth Wife Novels & Stories

Cuddle before a cozy fire in a bed. His assistant insisted that someone distracted him. She was claiming he wasn’t doing his job. He knew that someone was his wife. Benjamin became annoyed at this conclusion. Becca believed she needed to get him back to work. But Benjamin didn’t believe he was off track. His focus hadn’t been this clear in years. He had taken plenty of photos. Notes all typed out and detailing ideas of how to present everything. Denise was there helping him. As she always been. “Thank you. She’ll be there when her room is ready. Where can she leave her bags until then?”

Damien warned. Too late. A clatter echoed through the hall, followed by a sharp female voice descending the staircase. “Damien, my child, tell me it is not true you married that wretched daughter of McCracken. It’s all over the news—” The woman stopped abruptly when she saw Benita. Her sharp gaze moved from her son to the young woman standing beside her favorite porcelain now broken. “Damien?” she raised a brow. Damien stepped beside Benita. “Mother, meet Benita Blackwell—my wife. Benny, my mother, Clarissa Blackwell.”

As soon as the words left Ross's mouth, Hilary froze like an ice sculpture. Seeing her like that, I couldn't help but smile. I lifted my hand, gently twisting the diamond ring on my finger. "Yes, but my wife and daughter are both dead." Ross looked up sharply, visibly stunned. My parents turned to me with sympathetic eyes. I went on, "Three years ago, my wife and daughter were burned to ash in a fire." I let my gaze linger on Hilary. Her face turned ghostly pale in an instant.

"Mr. Hayes asked me to bring you home right away, Mrs. Hayes. He said he misses you and the baby." … Two days later, Benjamin's estate on the outskirts of the city was filled with guests. The lush lawn was decorated with white silk and fresh flowers. It was a scene straight out of a dream. Even though he had claimed it would be a small, quiet ceremony, he'd secretly prepared a wedding fit for royalty. Time ticked by, but the bride never showed. The guests' whispers eventually turned into open chatter. Benjamin pulled out his phone and called me time and time again, yet his calls went straight to voicemail. He was about to flip and rush out to find me when a news alert popped up on his screen

There was laughter everywhere as the parents shared stories of the good old days and also embarrassing stories of their kids. " Hello everyone sorry I'm late." a dark-haired woman came in and little Benjamin ran up to her shouting 'mummy mummy mummy' she hugged him and Topaz wondered who she was and just as if Lizzy read her thoughts she whispered to her " That's Michael's wife." and she let out an 'ohh'. She was a beautiful woman, not too slender and she was curvy. The men in this family had good taste as all their wives were pretty. She glanced at Michael to see his reaction as she heard they were separated. He looked happy to see her but he was trying so hard to hide it. They were still i

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.

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

… A week later, the wedding took place as scheduled. Dante was distracted throughout, glancing at his phone from time to time, hoping to receive a message from me. Isabella, however, entertained the guests while acting as his wife. She had even invited a group of reporters and arranged for the wedding to be broadcast live globally. "Dante, come over here! The ceremony is about to start!" Isabella called out to Dante with a smile.

“I didn’t—” “You never wanted to go anywhere with me.” Julian recounted. “You never wanted pictures. You never wanted events. You never wanted to go on dates. You never wanted anything—” his chest rose and fell on a heavy breath, “—all you wanted was to just stay at home and be my wife. And I didn’t understand it. I didn’t understand where I fit into your life.” Confusion morphed Lena’s face and she was frozen on the spot, unable to move, unable to breathe or understand the words coming out of Julian’s mouth.

She said she would work to earn funds for my research. Within a year, she had doubled the company’s revenue. On the day we got married, she passed my parents a prenup. “Mr. Taylor, thank you for your sponsorship and mentorship. “Pete and I truly love each other. I’m willing to work for the Taylor family forever without taking a single cent.” She had declared that with such conviction that it moved my parents. My parents helped her set up a new company and even funded it for a while. On the day her company got listed, Bella rented out the highest floor of the tallest building in the city. We held a grand wedding that was widely reported in the news.