Danielle Rose Russell Wife Novels & Stories

I felt something inside me snap slightly. “I said move.” Rosie pouted dramatically. “Poor Aurora… you look abandoned. Are you sure you should be Rylan’s wife? You seem… needy.” My eyes narrowed. She leaned closer, whispering like sharing a secret. “You should’ve stayed in London. Then at least Dylan would’ve kept you occupied, right? Since he loves talking about you.” My fingers slowly curled into fists. But I smiled to calm my anger. “Talking about Dylan? Does Rylan know you fucked Dylan too?” I closed my mouth. “Ohh no..he must not know about it.”

Xander's POV Over the years, I have learnt from different situations to expect anything from the universe. And when I say anything, it could be anything. What, however, I didn't see coming is Lane Russell and Danielle Lore. She was going to be Danielle Gold. She was going to be my wife. She was going to be married to me.

“That’s right. It’s basically the same thing.” Dale had been playing the long game. With his plan falling apart, he turned to Krystal and said in disgruntlement, “What about me, Krystal? I’m the children’s father. Didn’t you promise to marry once the children were born?” Krystal stared at him with furrowed brows. “Move aside. This doesn’t involve you.” I looked at their vile, flattering faces and smirked. “I warned you. No one here is getting away with this.”

Because I have a surprise for you," Cyrus replied, still grinning. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, opening it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. Danielle's eyes widened in shock. "Cyrus, what is this?" Cyrus took her hand and slipped the ring onto her finger. "It's a promise, Danielle. A promise that I will love and cherish you for the rest of my life. Will you do me the honour of being my wife?"

"Don't you have something to discuss with me? Let's go!" He had never been in the habit of revealing his emotions to anyone, especially not to his mother, whose feelings had never been deep between them. Damian Desmond walked into the main house, and Mrs. Sandra Desmond watched her tall son getting further away. Her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. At nineteen, she had forsaken her first love for the sake of the union between the two clans and married Mr. Peter Desmond, who was three years older than her. But most importantly, there was no love between them.

"The lawyer was the last person he wanted to talk to. Theo swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand and poured the amber liquid down his throat. "Come on, tell me what you got," Theo said sourly. "Are you OK? You sound like you all died. ” “ Thank you very much. ” “ Okay, I understand you're not in the mood to chat. I just wanted to let you know that my insider saw Vanessa and Josephine in the mall today. If he is to be believed, Vanessa was aggressive towards your wife, after which she ran out of the store quite upset.

she says, her voice impatient and a little harsh. "I just had something to do." "With my son-in-law?" "Mom, stop." "What do you mean by that?" Her voice softens. "And how could you not tell me? Imagine what I felt like finding out through these news outlets that your boyfriend is Louis Lindgren, that gorgeous billionaire!" "I didn't think it was the right time to tell you. We've only been together for about a week." "It didn't seem that way to me. I'm glad my son-in-law is perfect."

"Get away from my business, Jess. So, Miss Rose." "Oh, no! What did you say, Ronald? Miss?” Now what? How did she act? What was her strategy? After another bomb, No god. She's already made a mess, and she's going to tell him now. "Ronald, let me tell you, don't you realize she's a widow? She is Elvis' wife."

she asked. Daniella looked at her, then her toes as if assessing her outfit. “Is that how you address your former boss’s wife?” Marla frowned slightly. “I see you desperately want to be called Mrs. Kane.” “Oh, I am already, I’d you and Sabrina an invite.” Daniella said. Marla didn’t understand what she said because she didn’t know she had signed the marriage certificate. “Well good for you. Call him, or watch your son die.” “I knew it,” Daniella said, “Sabrina is behind this. Isn’t she?”

Sloane turned around, her eyes defiant even as her body betrayed her with a tremor. "Then I hope you’re a good liar, Julian." "I'm not lying about this," he said, his gaze dropping to her lips. Outside, the first black rose of the season bloomed in the garden, and somewhere in the city, the Don was screaming for their heads. But in the silence of the suite, the only sound was the crackle of the fire and the heartbeat of a killer wife.