Cameron Monaghan Wife Novels & Stories

Or make the media go after Connor. The worst people to make enemies were the media. But again, the media still found something to milk of the Wades. “Connor isn’t home, right? He called saying…” “Yeah, he left with Ken.” Arya responded, disdain laced in her tone. “Oh, Connor called you?” she looked up at Damien. Damien looked down. The other day, he had enquired from Kane how Ken and Arya’s meeting went in the car. Even if Kane’s account was that it's a ‘funny banter’, Damien didn’t like the fact his best friend and wife didn’t get along.

" I pulled out my phone. Unknown number. I answered. "Aria Blackwell?" A woman's voice. Professional. Sharp. "Yes?" "This is Jennifer Morrison from Metropolitan Magazine. I'm calling about your marriage to Kael Blackwell. Can you confirm the reports?" My stomach dropped. The press. Already. Kael held out his hand. I gave him the phone. "Ms. Morrison, this is Kael Blackwell. My wife and I won't be making any statements at this time. During this time, we would value privacy. Thank you."

Birthdays, arguments, and the sound of her mother singing softly while cooking dinner late at night. The memories followed her all the way to the front door. Eventually, Selena pushed it open and stepped inside. Voices drifted faintly from the living room. Then she saw them. Sophia lounged comfortably across the sofa wearing silk loungewear with designer heels dangling carelessly from one foot. Beside her sat her husband, Ethan Carter, one arm stretched lazily along the back of the couch while the other scrolled through messages on his phone. The sight twisted something sharp inside Selena’s chest.

My name is Christine Wheeler. I just got married yesterday, and my husband, Matthew Wheeler, already complained about my skills in bed, so he signed me up for the "Wife Training Camp." The guy running it was Peter Sutton. He was extremely well-endowed, the kind that couldn't fit in your mouth. Right after I joined the group chat, he posted the assignment for the day. Every member had to practice their hip movements. We had to make our ass jiggle like Jell‑O, and then film it and post the video in the chat.

Let her see someone who won't hide behind polished lies. "When I met Damon, I was in crisis. My ex-husband had left me with nothing, a failing business, a sick child, medical bills I couldn't pay. I was drowning, Moira. Every day was a calculation of which bill I could delay, which medication Josh absolutely needed versus which I could stretch another week. Damon needed a wife for family reasons. His mother was dying, and she wanted to see him married before she passed." I pause, letting the words settle. "We made a deal that he would help me save my studio and help with my son's medical care and I would play the role of his wife publicly."

“I am not ready.” I made her wait until I was done foaming the body wash on her delicate shoulders, then I gathered her hair in my fists and applied shampoo. When my silence greeted her, she looked at me over her shoulder. Her pissed face and red angry eyes glared at me. “If you want a child so much then why don’t you fuck some other woman and build a family with her. Why are you so adamant on tormenting me? First you stalked me, married me against my will and now you want to impose a child on me?” She blurted. Her lips wobbled. “I am your wife for fucks sake not a damn breeder.” Her eyes full of sweet anger. I agonised day and night to see her emotions other than fear—even if it was her ang

Yet the small part of her brain, the part that still had working cognitive abilities, screamed in her head. The signs were glaring. Cameron was a hot playboy billionaire who had every hot girl at his beck and call. Maybe, in a flash of hot emotions, they had mind-blowing sex and had Levi, but nothing was going to suddenly change. Cameron wasn’t going to suddenly be monogamous. She sighed. It was a bitter truth she hated to confront but had to. She couldn’t imagine the pain she would feel seeing him with someone else. Then there was Hadley, making it clear she wasn’t going anywhere, not to mention the rest of the Grayson family showing their support for Hadley. She let out a loud groan, rolle

she said, evenly. “Oh good,” the woman breathed, relieved and disappointed in equal measure. “Though it’s not as if a little financial… creativity is unusual, hm? New wealth makes people clumsy.” Cameron’s smile thinned. “I don’t think you want this conversation on the record,” he said pleasantly. But the woman was already pivoting, her eyes snaring another guest. “Phoebe, darling—you remember Damon’s ex-wife? The Crosses have taken her in. Isn’t it marvelous? A modern fairy tale.”

Mark looked at Sherin in disbelief. "Are you pregnant?" Mark asked. "By whom?" Sherin didn't want to answer at first, but Mark's sharp look made her awkward. Sherin gulped down saliva, her throat choking at the mention of Xavier's name. "Who?!" Mark asked more loudly. "Xavier!" Sherin spontaneously replied. "The CEO of the Andarsa Group company. The child in my womb is his." Mark breathed heavily as his shoulders slumped limply. He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes.

"Mr. Will…" The lady started. "What the hell is going on here?!" Daniel interrupted, his voice firm. Addison had never heard Daniel curse. "I'm sorry, Mr. Williams" She bowed. "Who are you?" He asked. "This is Emily Smith," James interjected. "the newly appointed assistant head of the marketing team." Daniel moved towards her, his height looming over her. "Who do you think you are to harass my wife like that? Have you gone mad?!"