Edward Holcroft Wife Novels & Stories

"Does that include letting your daughter climb into Preston's bed?" Chloe gaped while eavesdropping outside. Preston had cheated on his wife. Edgar Cottrell looked like a sore spot had been brought up and shouted agitatedly, "They like each other. What does that have to do with me?" "She likes married men?" "Stop putting up a noble front. You approved it when Hazel came to the Whitman Group to work as an intern. If she didn't look like Xavia, would you have agreed to hire her?" Chloe's head buzzed. She abruptly opened the door and stared at Joseph. "What does that mean? You found a substitute?"

“That’s… quite a coincidence.” “Oh, right — guess I never told you her name,” Edward said. Josef nearly asked for her surname, the question rising to his throat before he caught himself. It was ridiculous — over the years, every time he heard that name, it sparked something sharp and painful inside him. He forced his tone steady. “No, doesn’t matter. What about her?” Edward exhaled slowly. “You were right. She’s not the Ashfords’ daughter — she’s their daughter-in-law.”

Shortly after, Chloe's gaze shifted to the beautiful woman sitting across from Samuel. "And you, Miss. Don't you dare flirt with my husband. Haven't you watched the news that Sebastian Edwardo Martin is already married to a beautiful woman named Chloe Hazel Arley?" she asked coldly. An aura of hostility filled the room. "Or is it your hobby to disturb wealthy married men?" "Darling..." Edward tried to mediate. He felt uncomfortable as everyone in the room was observing his wife's reaction. "It's better if we leave now." Chloe smiled and immediately pulled Edward's wrist, leading him to follow her steps. But before leaving completely, she spoke again.

CHAPTER 12 WENDY'S P.O.V It was a beautiful sunny day to bask in the sun while working on a crochet statement piece for my beloved husband, Edward. We, the Princetons, were a humble lot from high standings who tried our best not to interfere in the matters of the likes of the Stones and the Wahlbergs. But I personally grew fond of the youngest daughter of the Wahlbergs who coincidentally was married to the Stones' son. My Edward wasn't very rich when compared to Carter Stone but he did spoil me in various lavish ways and I was more than content that he even loved me at that.

"What!! Oh my goodness! How can my only son be married without my consent? Without us attending the wedding, even Darlington didn't know he was married and already had a wife. Honey, are you sure that you are not cheating on me, and the said new wife out there isn't one of your mistresses?" "Stop saying that, Ifeoma. You know that I cannot cheat on you. Darlington is married, and his wife will soon be here. She's Chief Matthew Nicholas's only daughter, and I think you know her," my father said. I stood in the living room, looking from my father to my mother in disbelief.

Chloe froze a little, surprised by the sudden hug. “Mrs. Rowland, please, you don’t have to keep saying thank you. I’m more than happy to move here with you,” Chloe replied with a gentle smile. She actually found it strange that Emily, the wife of Denovon Rowland, kept thanking her. To her, it was nothing but joy. Not only did she get to keep working with her good manager, but her salary had also been increased. “Welcome to the company, Ma,” Mr. David, her father’s old assistant, said as he approached.

Laura's rehabilitation was going well but her stubborn husband still insisted that the Dirt Princess was still too ill for anyone to visit her. Tynan didn't believe a word that Mr Helvig had to say about his wife's recovery. In fact, the newspapers covering Laura's miracle were evidence that the overprotective father was lying. To let the old man have his pride, Tynan didn't call his bluff. Instead, he persisted in sending gifts to his future parents-in-law and visited them often enough that all their neighbours knew him. Papa Helvig was still unmoved.

He was about to spell out my options, but the clock kept ticking in agonizing slowness that it felt as if it was going backwards. "Get. To. The. Point. Todd." Seven hours ago, I had whisked Stephanie off our private jet. Our friends had been over to throw a surprise welcome home drinks. I couldn't have been happier. My beautiful, strong, talented wife. The love of my life was mine forever, to be by my side. Only to be ripped away from me like the fucking tide. Twelve hours ago, she was in my arms—begging for more. For me. Now I couldn't do anything... just wait. I swore to protect her, and I hadn't even managed a month of us being married to look after her.

the two girls said uniformly and chuckled at the slight coincidence "then without further delay, let me introduce my new wife who goes by the name Rose, she's my priceless jewel now," my husband said and kissed my cheek "It's nice to meet you, Mrs Rose, I'm Kingsley Decker" his son replied and stretched his hand for a handshake I shook hands with him and we both smiled at each other "I'm Lisa, it's nice to meet you," one of the girls said and shook hands with me "I'm Georgina, the last born of the house, it's a pleasure having you in our family," the last girl said

" The gossip buzzed all around me, and I caught it despite my apathy. Curious, I glanced toward the entrance and instantly froze. A woman in a designer gown stepped in, her figure draped in jewels, smiling radiantly as she waved to the guests. That face... was identical to the wife I'd thought died three years ago. Hilary Stone was alive?! Thinking I must be hallucinating, I pinched my thigh so hard it turned red. But the sharp pain confirmed it—this was real. My eyes burned red, my heart tossed like a stormy sea. I set down my glass and strode toward her without hesitation. But before I could call her name, a tall man suddenly stepped into my line of sight. He wrapped his arm around Hilary'