David Goggins Wife Pam Novels & Stories

Concerned about her marriage and how tired Sally was, Pam took matters into her own hands. She packed up Lisa, Molly, Ned, and Neil, saying to Stan, "Our children need to remember how to get fucked by other people. Neil and Ned never fuck other women anymore. Sally is exhausted and they're obsessed. And you fuck Lisa and Molly constantly. What must their husbands think of us?" Pam yelled at Stan coldly while she packed. "We're leaving for a bit. Make sure you and Sally both rest, then fuck your neglected daughter. Because my pussy needs dick too, Stan! I want my husband's cock when I get back." Stan tried to be distraught by his wife's anger, but his pining dick couldn't help but rejoice.

That poor kid, having a father like this. [He actually showed up to their family dinner and made a scene. Serves him right!] [They should've gone harder on him!] - My phone rang. "Mr. Brooks, I'm sorry. Your mother saw the video and went into cardiac arrest. She passed away a few minutes ago." The phone slipped from my hand. Everything inside me went quiet. They dragged me out like I meant nothing. From outside, I watched Olivia move through the room, calm and composed, playing her part perfectly.

It was my husband Damien. He was at what looked like the entrance of a hospital, a private one by the look of the lobby that was displayed in the background. He was carrying Adora, his arms under her knees and behind her back, her face was pressed into his shoulders, shyly hiding from the public, while Damien was moving quickly, headed with a purpose and he didn't want anyone to slow him down. A small cluster of photographers had caught it somehow, because it was taken from a terrible angle and the quality was terrible, which only seemed to make it more mysterious.

People knew the backstory between our families, so none of them dared to go against us. For a while, Pamela was stuck in place, but she'd been through enough to stay stubborn and hold out. At that point, I was honestly curious—what background did William even have? He kept talking about powerful connections, but I'd seen nothing so far. Two weeks later, I called Pamela to finalize the divorce paperwork. She showed up three hours late. I was panicking, thinking she was backing out. When she finally arrived, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "I thought you weren't coming."

The dizziness and high temperature are no longer a problem. "Don't worry, I won't," I respond with a smile. "Do you want to talk about it?" I know she's hinting at the pregnancy. I smile sadly and shake my head before getting into her car. It's a yellow BMW×5, and I always enjoy the ride with Pamela. She's neither too fast nor too slow. Her father owns a telecommunications firm, and her mother works in the White House, although her mother's role remains a mystery to me, as Pamela doesn't like discussing it. However, Pamela is proud of her father's achievements. She's his pride and joy.

Bella Dean lost everything the night her parents died—her family, her future and eventually her dignity when she was married into the very family responsible for her ruin. For three years, she endured a cold marriage, silent humiliation and betrayal disguised as duty. When she finally escaped, she returned stronger, wealthier and carrying twins no one was meant to know about. But revenge is never simple. The man who saved her wanted to own her. The man who broke her wanted her back. And the truth behind her parents’ death was darker than she ever imagined. Caught between obsession, guilt and a family built on bloodstained wealth, Bella must decide whether justice is worth the pri

Gwen's expression stiffened for the briefest moment before she quickly returned to her gentle smile. “Alright.” Lucien gave her one last look before leaving the room. The door closed behind him. The smile on Gwen's face slowly disappeared. For several seconds, she remained completely still. Then she reached for her phone. The screen lit up. A new message had arrived from an unknown number. Gwen stared at it. There was only one sentence. It's confirmed. Lucien Delacroix and his wife are divorced. Her eyes narrowed slightly. For the first time, there was no trace of innocence on her face.

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

Gosh, he's really a brute,who does he think he is? I thought as I paced to and fro in my room. Just then,the door opened revealing his wife Pamela, daughter of the senator. "Hi" she said, looking round the bedroom sarcastically. "Hi" I voiced out....with a croaked voice. I didn't know what she wanted or if she knew I was her husband's mistress. Gosh when did my life become a soap opera. "So you're what,a worker,call girl?" She asked looking into my eyes as.....anger flashed through it.

“Mr Chris, why did you ask to see me? You gave me some money too, why is that? We barely even know each other” Mr Chris stroked his chin and looked at me boredly, “It is true we do not know each other. However, I've heard of you from a somewhat vile person” I raised an eyebrow, “Really?” “You don't happen to know Jarrod Smith, do you?” My eyes widened, “Well, that's my ex-husband, why?” Chris sighed, “Jarrod Smith asked me to tail you and erhm.. force you to have sex with me so I can get pictures and send them to Cameron Petals so he would dump you-”