Eazy E Wife の小説・ストーリー

Knowing the kind of nosy person she is, I already know that she wasn't going to rest until she got every detail about what Adrian and I talked about. "Come on, Amelia, what's with the suspense? Tell me what you guys talked about already," she said to me with an impatient tone, and with that I sighed heavily. "Mrs Nosy, we didn't talk about anything important; he told me about how he still considers me as a wife and bla-bla-bla," I said to Tessa, who widened her eyes in surprise. "He told you that he still considers you as his wife?" Tessa asked me with her two eyes opened widely like someone who just heard something shocking.

Theo raised the hand in which he held the glass and cut it off. "There is no need to insult her. Josephine is my wife. ” “ How much longer, Theo? ”She whispered, leaning toward him. His eyes narrowed, but his lips still parted. "You don't like green. Everyone knows she is worn by jealous women. Vanessa pursed her lips. “Am I jealous? To her? ”She said mockingly and laughed so loudly that all heads turned towards them. "Your wife comes from a family of thieves. Giving such a last name to someone like that will be the way to your downfall. ”

she says and I take a deep breath as I take a step closer to the woman I will be married to soon. “You know I would never do that, I am not your puppet, just put the ring on your finger and pretend I did all those things,” I let out and her eyes grew wider as I walked away from her taking my phone from the inside pocket of my suit jacket. “Boss,” Easy says as soon as he answers the phone on the second ring. I look around and I can see Dash and Jagger by the bar, drinking while they indulge in a female company. Those two are terrible when it comes to women. I don’t know how they get anything done. Their thirst for sex is astonishing.

She stared at me blankly. “What are you talking about, Alpha Ezra? Are you even listening to what you are saying? I'm Riley Wang’s wife. I understand that your wife and I look alike and coincidentally our names are the same too. But I'm not your wife. What do you want me to do to make you understand that I'm not your wife, Alpha Ezra?” She yelled at me and I went to her with long strides and pulled her into my arms by her waist. She was shocked and looked into my eyes while her right hand was resting on my heart while the other one was around my shoulder.

"She's my wife." "What?!"

kaila called frowning. “ isn’t too early for this type of energy” she said dropping her pen for Jessica to sigh. “ come and see what I found on E! entertainment news this morning and it’s all over entertainment blogs..” She said for kaila to look at her. “ what news is that?” She asked for Jessica to give her friend her phone that has a video playing. “The headline said The wife of Newyork youngest CEO, was in a fight at the Elite spa with the CEO of willer enterprise.”Jessica said to kaila who frown watching her sister quarreling Gwen willer.

I mention my wife by these names. Panda Bulldozer Plum truck Bear Did you all curious to know who is my wife ??. Hhm!!.. My wife is none other than the great businesswoman Sharvya keerthi. She was never failed to get the things which caught her eyes. I'm one of those thing too which caught her eyes. As a result, I was forced to be her husband. I had never hatred anyone until I met her. She was the first person I hate with all my heart. The feeling I had when I was near her was pure hate and disgust. Argh!!.. While talking about her, I forgot to introduce myself.

As for those who weren't close to him, they also knew that it was his wife, Aebasa Clemon,. Therefore, Aebasa's real identity immediately became a trending topic. Who is this Aebasa? She seems to be one of Nathan's fans, but how did she capture his heart?

A woman's voice, light and breathless, floated from the living room. “Ah-ah. A sound that snagged on my frayed nerves, pulling me forward. My breath caught in my chest, a sudden, icy fist. The living room, usually a tableau of muted wealth, was a disarray of silk cushions and discarded clothing. And there, on the plush velvet sofa, was my husband, Eddie. And a woman. Young. Her legs, long and pale, were wrapped around his waist, her head thrown back, a gasp tearing from her throat. My husband, Eddie Grayson, successful CEO, paragon of Veritas City's elite, my contract husband of three years, was impaling her.

“You’re working at the hospital as a cleaner?” I barely processed that before another message came in. “Who the hell is this guy helping you out?” I tapped on it, and Ethan’s picture, him shielding me with his hoodie, filled the screen. I scrolled, seeing snapshots of him heading out of the elevator before I followed shortly. My stomach twisted at the headline plastered beneath: “The wife of the billionaire real estate lord spotted with her partner.” “A cheating wife is no good for our Greek god!”