Drew Stoltz Wife Novels & Stories

"The Stewart family will earn at least 20 million dollars in profits from this deal. Come, everyone, a toast to Mr. Richard!" Today, Alicia, the second daughter of the Stewart family, signed a collaboration agreement with Southlake Corporation on behalf of her family. She did it with the help of her fiancé, Richard. Coincidentally, it was Marilyn's birthday banquet today. That was double the happiness. A captivating woman walked in just as they were having a good time. Beside her was a handsome man with soulful eyes. However, he wore ordinary clothes. "Grandma!" Willow called out. "This is Caspian Lynch, my husband. He brought you this fruit hamper. We wish you—"

"Then I think well, what if Drew doesn't find me attractive anymore? What if he doesn't feel the same way about me as before? What if he's looking at other women? It plays through my head all the time. I had no idea I was so damn shallow." Drew took her hand and pulled it to the fly of the slacks he wore. "Does this feel like I don't find you attractive anymore? Does this feel like I'm out looking for other women? You're my wife. The mother of my children. You know what kind of a relationship I grew up with, with Liam and my mom. I have a very healthy respect for it. If I've done something to make you think I'm not all in with you, please tell me."

“You say that every time you see her.” “Can’t blame her. She got her looks from her mom.” I turned in my seat. “Drew, are you saying I’ve got an ugly mug?” He gave a snort and shook his head. “You still have women in the office chasing your ass. So, no. Just saying Lila is beautiful.” I pointed my finger at him. “Hey, that’s my wife.” Lila rolled her eyes and swatted my arm before going over to Drew and giving him a hug.

It infuriated her! When he realized that she was angry, Darryl immediately approached her. He smiled bitterly and explained. “Debra, it’s not real. Sloan is not my wife. Zhu is talking nonsense.” Donoghue’s wife, Shentel, approached Darryl slowly. She frowned and said, “You’re Darryl, right? How can you be so shameless? How can Sloan, the Warrior Goddess, be your wife?” Shentel just finished her question when Zhu Bajie approached her with a smile. He sized her up and said, “Pretty lady, you’re so gorgeous. I can’t believe there are so many beauties here today. It’s really a feast for my eyes!”

I tapped it open. There were photos of her and Luca’s stamped, signed marriage certificate and shots of their hands intertwined, the Vitali family crest glinting on a ring on her finger. They had already married, and I had become the other woman..... I was in excruciating pain. But it was also good this way. My leaving would give them exactly what they wanted. I knew Luca better than anyone. He’d never let her post this, not if he wanted to keep it from me. She was rubbing it in my face, plain and simple.

Months passed, and Drea found herself gradually adapting to her new role as Sorin's wife. Their initial awkwardness had given way to a comfortable rhythm, punctuated by moments of unexpected camaraderie and growing affection. One afternoon, Drea received an invitation to attend a charity gala hosted by Sorin's company. It was a lavish affair held in a prestigious hotel ballroom, filled with influential figures from the business world and beyond. Drea, dressed in an elegant gown chosen by Sorin himself, felt a sense of pride as she walked alongside him, their arms linked in a display of unity.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

He wrapped an arm securely around my waist, my hand in his other hand, and he effortlessly carried Zoe. “She is Olivia Barnett Sterling. She is my wife.” He announced to everyone in attendance. The announcement shocked me. Even the way he did it. It was as if he did not have a corporate brand to protect. “Josh.” I chastised just before someone asked. “What about Daisy Cobbs? Isn’t she your fiancée for ten years?” Someone from the crowd asked, and I was surprised when she extricated herself from her group, so all eyes went to her. Something in me froze when I recognized her as one of Daisy Cobbs’s friends. Margot Foster.

She pulled herself back and wiped her tears before saying her makeup is waterproof and won't come out even if she gets into the swimming pool now and they both laughed together. Her eyes darted to the decorations she made again prepared for them the same he did last night and slightly hit her forehead. He looked at her with amusement for a sec and then darted his eyes to the direction she was looking at. "Ah... I just forgot to see the beautiful arrangement which is for sure nothing near my dear wifey. As you may not know, my wife is the prettiest and most beautiful lady in this world. And guess what I got lucky to have her all myself", he said pulling her to himself in one jerk and she gasp

< Pictures of her with Kai at Florida Designs were plastered everywhere. Did Dorothy Florence marry the crippled, mute Stefan Everest for money? < "That’s enough. Put the phone down. The articles will be taken down in a matter of seconds," Stefan said firmly. Dorothy shook her head. "I’m not offended. I’m just surprised that people even know my name. I wonder how many articles must have been written about me in the past when I didn’t have a cell phone," she mused aloud. "You’re not bothered that people are calling you out like this?" Stefan raised an eyebrow.