Derek Ramsay Ex Girlfriends Novels & Stories

she said, leaning back, “I heard the story from a friend of mine…the delivery girl, tripping… bla bla…” I peeked at her. “Are you done?” “Not even close.” I dropped my hands. “Please don’t tell me you’re enjoying this.” “Very much.” I shook my head and went back to my sandwich. “Anyway,” Maya continued, “Derek’s ex is Vanessa Blake.” “Oh?” “Yeah. Cheer captain. Beautiful. Slightly terrifying.” “Sounds lovely.” “They broke up months ago,” she said. “She’s been trying to get back together with him.”

"Why haven't the mother and daughter left yet? Don't tell me they're jealous." "Of course they are. They must be regretting it now." Derek heard it too. He raised his head arrogantly and walked up to me. "Well? Did you see that? The StarCreative director is my guy. If you agree to be my girlfriend, your life won't be bad." Tessa Reeves swayed over. "Derek, didn't you say I was your girlfriend?" Those two were truly a perfect match.

Ryan was sitting beside the bed pressing her phone "you are not sleeping" "who is Derek" he erupted Shit. she hurried to get her phone from him but that only annoys him more as he hit the phone on the ground making the screen breaks "I said who is Derek that is texting my wife at this hour of the night" he stood up from the bed "Ryan, I can explain, it's not what you are thinking" "what do you think am thinking about, that I married a slut" he was pacing around in front of her "he is just a friend" she explained

Rose wondered as she stared at him. “Pick yourself up and move on; I am sure you will find someone better than me,” she heard Derek say bluntly without any sign of remorse. “We can’t be together again, because my heart belongs to another now; I am no longer in love with you,” he continued. She focused her stare on Derek; his last words caught her attention. “Who are you in love with, Derek?” she pleaded, as tears bounced down her cheeks. “Just tell me you never truly loved me as your wife,” she screamed in pain and frustration. Everything was finally becoming clear, he really isn’t into her anymore.

After we've gone through the first and second dresses, a man walked in. His presence caught the attention of every single person in the room. My bride turned around, and her eyes widened. "Aww, my darling Derek," she screamed, rushing down from the pedestal and into his arms. "What took you so long?" At the mention of the name Derek, I turned instantly, and there he was. Derek Lansky, my best friend in the entire world standing right in the salon where I worked, in the flesh. Derek had changed, but not as I expected. He was taller now. Had more of a defined face, broader chest, wide shoulders, and muscular arms.

"Okay. It was him." She shut her eyes and then opened them again. "I am coming to Arnold city tomorrow. And I am dealing with this Derrick guy first." Okay, let me take you guys back a little. The first thing was, that Emily had never met Derrick. Yes, she was my friend from long ago but wasn't in the city when I got married to Derrick. We only got back together after my divorce with Derrick, so she had never seen him but she hates him as much as I do. She inherited my enemy. Yet, I don't want her leaving all she had to do just because I can't deal with my ex-husband myself.

"The two beautiful women in front of me are Rosario Santos and Alessia Bianchi. Your father's partnerships with Rosario and Alessia are for the expansion of casinos in their respective countries. Their partnership is the newest, and the casinos are being built in their hotels." I study the women. I can't say if Max would dare cheat on my mother again. But I don't think their partnership was just business. His words won't fool me; he must have had several affairs, but only Amanda was smart enough to manipulate him. "Patrick, dear, can we skip to the real point?" I hear Amanda's voice, filled with arrogance. "Pedro doesn't want to hear the monologue, he wants to know why we're all here." His e

Jake is there too, standing near the front with a laptop and a stack of files. "Derek," an older woman with silver hair says, standing up. "We weren't expecting you to bring a guest." "This is Vanessa Beauchamp, my ex-wife." Derek's hand tightens on mine. "She's here because someone just tried to kill a man connected to this case and I'm not leaving her unprotected." Murmurs ripple around the table. A man in an expensive suit stands up, and I recognize him from photos Derek showed me—Richard Crane's representative, Davidson.

I stayed quiet but something in my expression must have shown interest because Tyler continued. "Yeah, his girlfriend Cessy. They only dated for like two months but man, what a disaster." He shook his head. "She cheated on him, lied constantly, was just using him for his pack connections or something. They broke up a few weeks ago and Derek's been a complete mess ever since." Cessy. My stepsister. The room felt like it was tilting.

“Yes. You should have seen him when he found out Steven had a successful IT business when he got engaged to Constance. I thought Daddy was going to do cartwheels in the hallway.” Derek chuckled. “Carlton Van Dyke doing cartwheels. I’d pay good money to see that.” Chelsea giggled. “Okay, we’re almost there.” They both stopped at the edge of the den doorway. Chelsea cleared her throat. “Here we go.” They walked side by side as they entered the den. Cameron’s head rocked back at the sight of Derek. Oh, dear. That’s right. Cameron hates Derek. During the Townsend trial, it was revealed that Derek had an affair with Cameron’s now dead wife. Chelsea had been so busy with planning the elopement and