Danielle Rose Russell Wife Novels & Stories

I muttered to myself. "Well, whoever it was, he is gone now. So, you don't have to worry. Daniel is on his way too. Let's go inside." She said in a low voice, placing her cold hand on my shoulder to comfort me and with that we walked towards the living room. I obliged. SCENE FROM THE LIVING ROOM, After a few minutes, Daniel entered the living room in his wheelchair to find Rose settled on the sofa lost in her thoughts. His eyes were now fixed on her.

"I don't see what's making you so angry? Well... I have to tell Rodriguez I won't be at work tomorrow." *** "Where were you?" Rodriguez heard his wife quizzed him Immediately he got in. "What do you mean?" He played dumb. "I mean, you came early than expected. Are you ok?" "Of course I am. The deal just closed early." She almost choked heating him say the 'deal' like it was some casual manner. It took every bit of her not to reveal to him what she knew. She was living with a cold-blooded murderer and she had no idea, it was absolutely chilling.

She did a small dance as she shrieked with joy. *** Scarlett strolled out of the school building with Danielle. "You know you have not told me about your little holiday with your rich and famous chef boyfriend," she said to Danielle trying to start up a conversation that they could indulge in as they walked to the car park. "He has some work to do in France, but he promised to be back by the weekend to see me," Danielle replied with a cozy smile. "I envy you, you know," Scarlett began dreamily. Everyone saw her as the wife of Lucas the billionaire, but they had no idea what had been going on under the radar. Only Danielle knew about it and she hoped to keep it that way.

She stared at them in dismay, pulling him David in tight, not wanting any of them to hit him. "What's going on?" Jordon asked, stepping from his sister-in-law portal and seeing his wife sobbing all over an amused looking Sebestian as he patted her back. He stepped forward and rescued the poor guy when Rose started shrieking incoherently. "Slow down, Rose, I can't under..." "David and Dell mated and he's pregnant!" Rose said once she had gotten herself under control. She watched it sink in, his expression turning from confusion to joy as his eyes darted to Dell and David before he picked her up and swung her around with great heaving sobs.

Recognition dawned, followed by a hard, polite smile. “You must be Alexander Roswell.” Alexander gave a curt, imperceptible nod. “And you are?” “Daniel Reyes.” Daniel didn't flinch. He paused, letting the silence stretch before adding, “Elena and I were very close.” The words were a deliberate parry. They weren't overtly rude, but they carried the weight of a claim. Elena felt her breath hitch in her throat. “Daniel—” she started, hoping to diffuse the mounting pressure. “Were?” Alexander interrupted.

“I don’t want to see you with my husband again. I don’t care about how you gonna raise your child. I’ve disowned you.” I grabbed my bag and turned to leave. Then she spoke. “You think he loves you?” she sneered. “He doesn’t. He loves me. You were nothing but his trophy wife.”

Carl ignored her, dismissing it as more mind tricks. Zoe could clearly tell that he wasn't buying it too and smiled faintly. "You were asking who I saw in that other wedding limousine, weren't you? Well, I don't mind telling you that I did see her face, and it was Rosalyn Jones in the flesh. She's now Eric Hammond's wife—or Mrs. Hammond, if you will." Carl's towering form wobbled clearly right then, and he leveled his dark eyes straight at her face, remembering that voice that wished them all the best…

I was already feeling nauseous and was sure I wouldn't be able to digest all the food that was placed before me. About a few minutes later, after everyone had finished their dinner, Grandpa Andreas suddenly raised his hand again, stopping all movement and making everyone focus on him again. “There’s one more thing I want to tell you tonight,” he said, making everyone curious, including me. “Roseanne is getting married to Damian Fenrison in two weeks.” Instantly, the room became even quieter. Everyone stared at Grandpa in shock, and I was one of the most shocked. My hand gripped the iron fork so tightly that it hurt.

“We heard about the accident.” “I'm fine.” Daniel looked at the bandage on his head. “You don't look fine.” Ivan laughed softly. “I'll survive.” The others greeted him, and soon the room became lively. Soon, Callista came downstairs wearing a beautiful dress. Daniel smiled when he saw her. “And this must be your wife.” Ivan nodded. “Yes. Valeria.” She smiled brightly. “It's nice to meet you.” “Likewise,” Daniel replied. One of the men raised his glass. “To Ivan's return.”

"Rosalie, where's Damian?" Rosalie slowly looked up. "He's at the villa." Celine was Rosalie's best friend and our mutual friend from college. "Then, why isn't Damian answering my calls?" Celine asked. Rosalie gave an indifferent smile. "How would I know?" Compared to Rosalie's calm demeanor, Celine appeared anxious. She grabbed Rosalie by the collar and said, "Rosalie, you're his wife. If you don't know, then who does?"