Dewey Bunnell Wife Novels & Stories

she scoffed at the thought of that. "Oh, it occurred to me that you don't have a good memory". She walks around her in circles . "Let me remind you, I'm Daisy Campbell; Milo Kai Anton's wife. What is he again...?" She tapped her index finger at the corner of her lips. "Ye...yes, I heard is a Billionaire. I heard he owns Westwood city". Elleney stared at her in a daze, but she didn't stop. She continued "...it can be safe to say that he is a robber, probably a kidnapper because...".

Mom sat by the window, the afternoon light coming in from the side, like an oil painting. Someone recognized her. "Wait, is that Evelyn Winters? I saw her dance Swan Lake on Broadway ten years ago!" "Oh my god, it really is her! I cried for days when she left the company. Who would've guessed she got married?" Her wedding had been very low-key. Once Dad's company took off, he rarely brought her to business events, so few people knew she was the wife of the city's richest man. Even people who didn't know her were moved.

"Few days ago I was daddy's little girl, mamma's princess but now I am going to be woman and someone's wife who will have every right on my life" It was early morning around 4 am and Avni was roaming here and there ordering her staffs for make everything prepared and the arrangements done perfectly. Aditya was looking after the decorations too helping his wife carrying a warm smile and sad eyes together. They both were happy for their daughter but sad for being away from her.

Everyone stood up, clapping, happy for us, while in my mind I knew there was no going back, I was trapped, and I forced a smile throughout the wedding as my mind blacked out. The wedding finally came to an end after a long and exhausting day, then it was time for me to go to my new home. I braced myself for what was to come as a new wife. I was no longer Kiana Elizabeth James, but now Mrs. Kiana Elizabeth Cartwright.

Had she heard everything… He dared not continue watching. Just then, the secretary spoke hesitantly. "Mr. Benson, there's something I think you should know." "Say it." Sean's tone was impatient. "The woman who got married to the Clark family's eldest son that day… appears to have been Ms. Rowley." Sean turned his head abruptly, staring at him in disbelief. "What did you just say?"

Belle said nervously, “I—ahm—” “I’ll be taking Belle with me,” he said, stepping forward. “She’ll be safe. Ethan DeValle.” The woman blinked—then her face lit up in recognition. “DeValle? From DV Construction? My husband works for you!” He gave a small nod. “That’s right.” Her smile widened, words spilling out one after another—gratitude, praise, stories of her husband’s work. He barely knew the man she spoke of. To him, it was just another name among many.

He was facing Elmer. "You can call me Elmer and actually, since you are a friend to my wife, I think it's okay for us to reveal her name to you." Elmer was on a smile. "She has a name?" Nathaniel Dave asked. "Of course she does ," Dewey replied ," How can someone not have a name, plus Mrs. Is only a title , however, only few of her friends knows her name's." Nathaniel Dave looked at this woman who bore the same resemblance at Isabel again and thought about the DNA test he performed on her daughter. It was time for him to go ahead and check it, he needs to know this woman's real identity.

she finally let the word out. “Really Adina?” “Yes!!” she said again, this time a little louder. “Well sorry but I have to document this moment for future purposes Doc can you please make a video right now.” I said, which made everyone laugh. Well, the doc took my words seriously and brought out his phone to record. “So, Miss Adina Miller, would you do me the honor of being my wife again?” I asked “YES! Yes Tyson, I will.”

Every whisper felt like a victory he hadn’t quite earned but couldn’t resist. A quiet satisfaction curled inside him. He denied it, called it an observation. And yet he could not stop noticing the way she made the world pause, especially with her laugh. They passed the champagne tower. Nearby stood Evelyn DeVries, a former model, and wife of the chairman of DeVries Industries, her posture effortless, her gaze observing. Beside her was Mariana Price, Harlan’s wife, diamonds catching the light each time she moved her head. With them was Lucinda Williams, a sophisticated widow who, after her husband’s death, possessed immense wealth—and very little idea what to do with it.

"Corey Graham, in the seven years we’ve been married, I’ve never once made you do any housework. I’ve given you everything: my whole heart, my whole world has revolved around you. "And now, just because of one careless move from your best friend, Darren Blackburn, you’re making a scene about divorce? Do you even have a conscience?!" Deanna Cunningham’s eyes were red as she questioned me, as if I’d committed some unforgivable crime.