Ernie Reyes Jr Wife Novels & Stories

Controlled. --- The Moment I take it slowly. Not rushing. Not reacting. Because whatever this is— It already exists. My reaction won’t change that. --- The Article The headline hits first. Sharp. Calculated. Designed to pull attention. “CEO’s New Wife: From Assistant to Mrs. Cortez Overnight?” My fingers tighten slightly around the tablet. But my face remains still. I scroll. --- The Narrative Every line is written carefully. Not reckless. Not emotional. Strategic. Sources claim Anna Santos, previously an internal assistant, had close proximity to CEO Xavier Cortez prior to his sudden private marriage.

I replied, watching him leave for the dining room. Rina was still holding my wedding photo with Diego as well as Miguel's drawing. I could tell she was surprised that I had been the woman they would always use as an example at the company over the years. "Look, I can explain, and I did not want you to find out this way.” "A—are you Diego Myers' ex-wife?" She inquired, a shocked expression on her face. “Yes, I am his ex-wife, but that's not important right now. I believe l pay you enough to keep my private environment off limits, right?”

Waverly announced, making Reysell stopped in his happy dancing. His eyes are furrowed. “You're kidding me, Alaia. You would not.” “I just said it, Rey. Let's watch news together.” she replied while smiling widely. “For real!?” She nodded and motioned them to follow her to her office, which they obliged. She sat on her chair and opened the television. Dwayne and Reysell set themselves in her couch and relaxed their bodies after all the tiring work they just did. The news is about an actress named Shaira Delgado.

“You evil bitch! How dare you try to kill my sister-in-law out of envy? Just because you can’t have a child doesn’t mean you should kill other people’s own. I knew you were only going to cause trouble in this family.” Emily stood transfixed. Red welts formed on her cheeks, and the fingerprints of Veronica splayed across her face. Hot tears rushed to her eyes as she unsuccessfully tried to blink them away. She looked at Hunter, who was still staring at her with repulsion and unconcern, as though his sister hadn’t just slapped her, his wife. The tears blurred her sight of him.

He’d always been kind, untouched by the scandals that had marked my time here. “Reese, it’s been ages,” Ernest said, his voice rich with warmth. “Mind if we join you?” “Not at all,” I said, gesturing to the empty chairs. “Good to see you, Ernest.” He pulled out a chair for the woman, who sat gracefully. “This is Vivian, my wife,” he introduced, his pride evident. “Vivian, this is Reese, Elliot’s better half.” Vivian’s smile widened, her dark eyes bright. “So nice to meet you, Reese. Ernest has mentioned you and Elliot. And your kids are adorable—I saw them dancing earlier.”

she nodded. "But you're married?" "This is just a six-month contract. It is not so much a marriage as it is a business partnership." Riley put her hands over her chin. "I've heard those types of marriage work, but Mr. Conrad seems to be..." After pausing, she turned to face Riley. "What? Do you get what I'm saying, though?” She gave Riley a blank stare. Riley gave me a cheeky smile. "Have you two had sex since you've gotten married?"

between Troy Roger and her. A dull pain rushes over Nina Morrison's heart. Jasmine Harris has been watching Lucien Gray's expression. She is relieved to see that there is nothing unusual on his face. Seeing Nina Morrison explains, she smiles sarcastically, "Nina Morrison, are you so eager to be married? Dean Williams is married. His child is four or five years old. And his wife is the mayor's daughter. It is impossible for you to become Mrs. Williams!"

I tell them as I push myself between him and Ellie. “This doesn’t concern you, rich boy,” Candice’s boyfriend states as he takes a couple of steps back. “Look, Ronald- “It’s Rex,” he interrupts me. “It’s Ronald Author Jackson junior. You were born and raised right here in the city. Your parents are Ronald Author Jackson and Margret Michelle Lyons Jackson,” I tell him. “How do you…” he questions. I smile, “I do my research. Especially if someone threatens to come after my wife. You have thirty seconds to leave before I physically make you leave.”

But his wife insisted on knowing where the woman was, and whenever he tried to reassure her, she refused to let go. “One more thing, De Rossi,” Jask said with a shrug. “Your wife is angry. My advice—don’t interfere. Just peek from the door and watch. She deserves this. Bridgette hurt her. She needs to punish her.” Alejandro clenched his jaw but followed Jask’s advice. He slowly opened the door and peered inside. His throat tightened when he saw his wife’s face. Erin stood there, cold and merciless, glaring at the trembling woman bound before her. “Scream! Say who I am!” she shouted, her voice slicing through the basement.

"What is going on?!" Sinead's mother was the first to run forward. "Sinead, are you alright? Jesse, what are you doing?" I had no choice but to let Margaret leave first. "This is a family matter, and it's a little complicated." She left. Then, I brought Sinead and her parents upstairs. There was no helping it. Some things had to be explained sooner or later. On the way up, Sinead's mother kept complaining. "How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?"