Esposa Del Fantasma Novels & Stories

"Shut up. Don't mention her." "Enrico, how can you treat me like this?" Tears instantly streamed down Luisa's face. "I'm your legal wife. Cinzia is your daughter. Shouldn't we live together as a family? Isabella has already left. She doesn't even want you anymore. Why are you still hung up on her?"

Nash responded on my behalf, “He and I are bestfriend’s, if he was in the city, I would know. So there is no need for you to wonder ma'am.” “Still abroad?” Her husband raised a brow like he wasn't buying it, “From what we learned, Anaya was their princess and he would never miss any event that she was hosting. But that hasn't been the case for the past three years, so could it be that the rumour is true?” “What rumour?” Nash asked, still keeping a soft tone because to him, upsetting an investor was always out of the question. “That the Callahans have washed their hands of the relationship. That she's on her own and Whitmore group is her only hope.” His wife responded.

Anna stood slightly behind him, every instinct screaming to hide—but he reached for her hand again, pulled her beside him, and whispered just loud enough for her to hear. “Stand tall, kitten.” She nodded faintly. A reporter stood. “Mr. Esposito. Is it true? Are you married?” Sandro’s lips curled faintly. “I don’t make a habit of confirming rumors, but this one… yes. I am.” Gasps. Scribbles. Camera shutters clicked frantically. “To her?” Another reporter pointed at Anna. “Yes,” Sandro replied. “This is my wife. Marianna Esposito. Formerly Marianna Romano.”

Playlist~ Lady Gaga - I'll Never Love Again Fernando's POV "The answer is no, my wife and I are not divorce, we're still together. I don't know where this rumor is coming from but the only truth that is coming from no other person than me is that my marriage with Micaela Alvarado, my newly wedded wife is still very intact. Do not believe everything you see on the internet". I hope my answer is enough to clear the divorce rumor that has gone viral on TV and the Internet.

The man fell to the ground as did the woman. She also felt that the place where she was standing was cracking. And, a strong wave of wind brought her to a bedroom which defined old-Spanish style. The woman called the guy...Estefan. The guy strangles the woman whom he called Leticia. Then, the woman lost consciousness.

“She looks different—almost… fragile. Nothing like the woman we know.” “Precisely,” I said. “What you’re looking at is a photograph of Yasmin Lee Estrada, the only daughter of a struggling restaurant couple in Hawaii. But she wasn’t just any girl—she was the wife of Cole Martinez.” A stunned silence fell over the room. Mr. Delgado sat up straighter. “Wait, wait, wait—Cole Martinez? The billionaire from Hawaii? He was married?” I nodded. “Exactly. And you won’t find any public records of it because the Martinez family never announced it. She was hidden from the world. The only evidence of her existence is that photo you’re holding. A rare mistake.”

At that moment, one of them shrieked, “Ah — ! Oh my God, who is this person? He and a dog are actually… Eww, this really disgusts me. How can there be such a disgusting man in this world?” “Let me see. Let me see. Where did you see this?” “On Triller!” “I also browsed it… Oh, my. Ysabel, hurry and take a look. It’s your husband! What’s going on? How long has it been since you and your husband did it? Why is he in a hurry like this, and won’t even let the b*tch go.” “What?” One of the women enjoying the spa with her eyes closed was Benedict Maldini’s wife, Ysabel Yoder. She immediately jumped up after hearing it. She grabbed the phone and took a look. Wasn’t the person her husband?

Leah replied at once, finally casting aside the memory she had just seen. Even though the pain of her first separation from Lejandro had returned—a breakup with no closure—caused by Furtiza. Until now, she still didn’t know what had really happened to Furtiza or why she was no longer with Lejandro. One big mystery for Leah (also known as Elijah) was the woman inside the Ferman Mansion who looked exactly like her—and who happened to be Lejandro’s wife. Meanwhile, Lejandro was burning with desire to be physically reunited with Elijah.

"Monica… Why didn't you contact me? He kidnapped you, and you're still staying with him? Do you have any idea what I went through to find you?" I looked at him quietly. There was no sharp ache in my chest anymore. "Didn't expect you to be this worked up over an enforcer. Where was all that urgency when all those people died on Moonfall Island?" Doug froze, words catching in his throat. The joy of finding me twisted into something uneasy. "What are you doing? Stop this and come home with me." I couldn't stop the tears this time. I took a step back, my voice breaking. "What am I to you? "Your wife? Your girlfriend? A toy? Or just a dog you keep on a leash with fake love? I'm telling you, the m

I saw the rope around his neck after he screamed. "You think I'll do that?" "YES! Because you are greedy for money!” the lady shouted back at him. Spencer smirked. I know him to be angry. Did I say that he will answer? "Not me. I considered Architect Rosales as my father. We both have a lot of envy... I'm not—I'M INNOCENT!” I bit the corner of my lip at Spencer's scream. He is right, I believe him. He is my husband. Mrs. Rosales couldn't believe it. Her eyes are still big, showing that she is furious now. That she hates my husband.