Devon Bostick Wife Novels & Stories

"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

the woman whispered softly while squeezing Daevon's arm. I cleared my throat to let them know my presence was behind them. They immediately looked at me, the woman stared at me, wondering while Daevon weighed my reaction. "Who are you?" the woman in front of me asked. I raised an eyebrow at her then turned to look at Daevon. "Who am I?" I told him then crossed my hand. It made him turn to the woman. "She's my wife" he normally answered. The woman's jaw dropped. Although I was also a little taken aback by what he said, I was thinking he'll answer fiancee, but yeah. He's Daevon, the fast mover jerk.

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

Celeste replied, "That's because your wife has paid up on your behalf. If you want to have your way today, it would cost you 3000 dollars." I stood rooted to the spot, stunned by what I heard. My wife actually paid an escort to keep me happy? It made no sense to me. I thought I'd misheard Celeste. But when I laid my hands on her again, she pushed my hands away once more. "Pay up. Otherwise, don't touch me." What was Bella thinking? I had to get to the bottom of this. So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?"

But when I opened the door, it wasn't my wife standing there. It was Ramona Lincoln, my wife's best friend. She wore a tight black bodycon dress that hugged every curve. Her breasts strained against the fabric, full and round, impossible to ignore. The hem barely grazed her thighs, leaving her long, slender legs on full display—sheer black stockings giving way to a teasing glimpse of bare skin at the top. I stood there, stunned. My body reacted instantly. I'd been expecting my wife, so I'd answered the door in nothing but loose shorts. The tent I was pitching was unmistakably obvious.

ANAYA “Good morning, everyone. I just wanted to address the ongoing rumours about my husband's infidelity, and I want to assure everyone that they're absolutely not true. Ms. Emerson is only a family friend, and the media has exaggerated innocent gestures. Please respect our privacy and be warned that if you continue to write about these baseless rumors, you will hear from our lawyers. My husband and I are very much in love and are happy.” I sipped my juice as I watched the repeat of yesterday's press briefing. I wasn't sure it would work, but Nash must have thought it through because the stocks went up in value a few minutes later.

I, Devia, am now legally the wife of Argantara Bagaskara. But “wife” is nothing more than a word on paper. My husband—the tall, handsome man as cold as the Arctic—has never truly seen me. Not once has he acknowledged me as his wife with sincerity. For five years, we lived under the same roof, yet his heart was nowhere to be found. Every time I tried to get close, he pushed me away with excuses of being busy. Every time I waited, he returned home late at night. But tonight was different. Tonight I carried a secret—a new life within me. I was pregnant.