Devon Bostick Wife Novels & Stories

So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?" Celeste had gotten dressed and had put on her shoes. Her bags were also packed. "How would I know that? The bottom line is—you have a deal as long as you pay up." Perplexed, I asked, "Are you best friends with my wife, then?" Suddenly, Celeste directed her gaze toward me, her expression extremely seductive. "It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day.

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.

But then again, so was James. "Get me everything on Hunter Blackwood," he barked at Derek. "Every associate, every business deal, every bank account. And I want you to dig into his wife's life. Evelyn. I want to know everything about her. Her family, her friends, her every move. Find his weakness. I'll make him bleed."

After all, it seemed to have been a habit for the latter; his body system has adjusted to it. “What's that?” Alex questioned, a curious expression plastered on his face. “She snatched my husband, who had fallen out of love with me. I found out on the night I planned on announcing my pregnancy to my family and my in-laws. It turned out my sister had been pregnant for him also,” Davina said with a slight chuckle. “Woah,” Alex muttered and raised his eyebrows for a second and released them immediately. Davina downed the rest of the whiskey in the glass down her throat ignoring the harsh sensation it had on her throat.

"That is not the answer to the question I asked you, Bryce?" Devon retorted. "Now answer me," he demanded. "She stays with me because she is not just my secretary. She is my wife," Bryce replied calmly. "What!" Devon snapped like he was hearing that for the first time. He was already aware Bryce and Angela were married from Mark's report but hearing Bryce confirm it was a surprise to him. "Son, why? Why would you do that?" Devon questioned.

Neola ushered Elle inside the convertible and drove off in a haste. I was about to call for Joe and ask him about this when the female news reporter speak, 'As you can see, we had just witness Mrs. Elleana Cassidy West, wife of the famous businessman and owner of Greene-West Industries, Mr. Gabriel Hugo West, shopping with her husband's sister, Neola Dana West for baby's clothes. We did not hear about Mrs. West for a while and it seems that she’s been keeping us out of the box! Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade?'

I forced a smile on my face wanting to look like a polite and respectful wife to Jarrod's friend, “Sir, I really hate to bother you but you're Cameron Petals, my husband, Jarrod Smith best friend right?” His eyes settled on the ground and he let out a sigh, “No” The smile on my face disappeared and I quickly put a leg inside his house when I noticed he was about to close the door. “Sir, I know you're my husband's best friend. I.. don't know why you're denying it though but you must've heard Jarrod Smith talk about me, I'm his wife Bella and recently something really big happened and he wants to divorce-” “-Leave” he interupted giving me a stern look.

Chloe stepped closer, clutching his arm. “Oh, look. The gold digger is back,” she sneered. Aaron’s brows furrowed. “What is she doing here?” Sofia felt her chest tighten. She took a step forward, voice shaking. “Aaron... it’s me. Sofia. Your wife.” Aaron’s face darkened, his expression hard. “No... you’re not. My wife—my real wife—is standing right here. Chloe.” Sofia felt her breath leave her. “No. She abandoned you! I was the one who stayed! I held your hand after every surgery. I took care of you when no one else would! Please, Aaron... can’t you hear my voice? Remember me?”

The bitter sounding woman said gazing at the baby. Deep inside of her, she knew she was wonderful and perfect. She knew Damon and Nicole made someone beautiful and it made her cringe. "I guess this divorce is not happening, is it? Damon?" He asked folding her hands. "Don't even imagine it. Nicole and I are going to raise our baby together and I don't care what the Waltons think about it. I will not let Starr's future be one sided because her parents are not together." He replied boldly and Nicole's eyes dilated in shock.

"Yes. I told you he’d never look at women like us. Turns out he’s married to Charlotte Briggs. Not like anyone didn’t know those two would end up together anyway." "Charlotte Briggs?" "Yes, it’s everywhere on the internet." Claire dropped the call, and for some reason, her hands were trembling as she typed Alex's name into G****e. The latest news about him popped up, alongside his picture with Charlotte and the big headline: "TURNS OUT ALEXANDER STEELE'S WIFE IS CHARLOTTE BRIGGS."