Devon Bostick Wife Novels & Stories

“We can sue for unlawful procurement of evidence, and have it thrown out in court, but I would advice you not to deal with this people in court.” “Why?” Devon frowns at his lawyer. “They are very powerful.” Devon throws his head back and laughs, thinking his lawyer is messing with him. His ex-wife is a nobody, how can she know someone who is powerful. Unless– He stops laughing, his expression hardening. His ex-wife would only have the audacity to sue him because of the guy she is dating. “Who are they?” He demands, his expression lacking any trace of humor. “Have you heard of the Blackwells?”

"Or maybe it is...I don't know." He stared at me, waiting. I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Aurora is married.” Devon froze. Mouth open. Eyes wide. He looked like someone had hit him with a basketball—hard. Then he slapped the back of his hand dramatically against his forehead. “What?! How—what do you mean married? Since when? To who? Why didn’t you—wait. Why do you look so calm? Why aren’t you flipping a table?!”

Chapter 70 Few hours ago “Idiots, what are you doing there in New York? I have kept warning you, don't put all the eggs in the same basket. But you won't listen. You invested millions in that security in Los Angeles for no use. That bastard along with his wife is staying in Boston. He fooled all of you.” Devon shouted at his colleagues. “How are you so sure?” One of them asked, going diplomatic. “I happened to be lucky to see his wife dining in one of the famous restaurants in Boston. So that she doesn't get any doubt on me I introduced myself as her school mate. She believed me since she is a patient of amnesia.”

“Is that my wife is sitting in my office thinking about another man.” “I wasn’t—” “Don’t.” His face was inches from hers. “You just admitted it. Don’t insult me by taking it back.” She pressed her lips together. “Devon is alive,” he said. “He’s in one of my properties. Under guard. And if you contact him, if you think about him, if you breathe his name in this house again, that changes.” “You can’t control what I think.” “No.” He grabbed her chin. “But I can control everything else.”

"Ah, yes, I was, but when Mrs. Riona calls, I answer. And I suspect she threw this ball in honor of you, Asher since your godmother is thrilled to see the Blackhood boys settling down." Devon's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a flutter in my chest. "Forgive my manners, I know Asher can be...a handful, but I'm not. You must be the lovely Mrs. Blackhood." His smile was charming, but I still felt a blush rise to my cheeks. " Yes, I am," I said with my head bowed. " You got yourself a shy wife, didn't you?" he asked Asher jokingly. " I also came with my date, maybe I might be the one putting a finger in with someone," he said as he laughed at his joke

"Well, long story short, ma'am Cleo, can't believe I liked her, such a devil, anyway, she goes on to say that, Devon moved on from her and she didn't want to leave so she had to do what she had to do to get him back, but dude refused to be forced into marriage and stuff, God you can watch her interview, it was pretty messy, then bam, she mentioned your name and everyone wanted to hear Devon's side of the story, his agency gave some statement but that didn't satisfy those bloggers so they went in search of answers and that's when the first batch of photos hit the internet, and now new photos of you guys together last weekend is everywhere," Tasha explained, Laura couldn't process what was goi

Devon held Hope, his surviving daughter, close to his chest, the weight of his grief and the weight of her small body the only things that felt real. Yvonne stood as the family all got into their cars, Devon wasn’t in a position to drive so he Elliot put him and Sarah in the car as he held unto his daughter Hope. Yvonne’s smile grew wider. “Good. Now, my plan can truly begin. Devon is heartbroken. He will need someone to lean on. Someone to help him raise this baby. And who better than me? I will be the mother figure. I will get him back. He will thank me, and he will marry me. This baby… this baby is my way back to him.”

“Please hear me. I don’t have a relationship with Jana. When the time that my dad ask me to break up with her, I did it. And I never reconcile or went back to her because I already have a wife, and that is you.” “We married for business Maru.” I reminded him. “Yes. But haven't you thought that maybe we can work this out?” I look away. “You did right? But I know that you are now having doubts because of what you heard last week.” “She was hired by the company and not me. She's from a different department. I will be a hypocrite if I told you that we never talk, because we did. We're still friends you know? And I told you that I don't have plan to make her my mistress because she doesn't deserv

"Don't play dumb and not recognize that man. He's officially my husband." Amelie was stunned for a moment. She did know that Jonathan got married after he escaped from the Hayes family residence. But it was hard for her to accept the harsh reality. The woman who had taken her place in Jonathan's heart had suddenly appeared in front of him. He did not expect that the world seemed to be trying to break his wings as he tried to rise from the past. "Amelie, I know you and my husband had a relationship in the past." The woman put on a flat face with both hands folded on the table.

I decided to walk down the quieter back hallway toward the locker room to surprise Dominic. I was walking quickly when Brea’s voice echoed from far behind me, calling my name. I turned my head to look for her and walked straight into a solid chest. The impact knocked me back a step. I looked up and found Devon standing there, a sharp smirk touched his lips as his gray eyes dropped to my hand. "You should look where you're going," Devon said, his voice flat. "I really don't want to deal with Dominic bunny." I rolled my eyes and held my hand up, purposely letting the diamond catch the light right in front of his face. It had become a reflex to show it off. "I am not his bunny, Devon. I am his