Evan Peters Wife Novels & Stories

Crisp, professional, businesslike. Wild passions had never been part of the equation. Evan had been all the wild passion any woman could want, and just look how well that had turned out. Swept into marriage at nineteen, a mother of two by the time she was twenty-one, and a widow before she reached the quarter-century mark of her life. No wonder she’d been so drawn to Rich. Everything that Evan was not. A father-figure for Kyle and Dani who might actually stick around long enough to see them into adulthood. No crazy, daredevil hobbies.

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!" Nina Morrison straightens her back and looks straight into Jasmine Harris's eyes. "Mrs. Williams? Eager to be married? If I am eager to be marries, I would have got married five years ago, and it would not have been your turn to be engaged!" Five years ago, Lucien Gray proposed to her when she left.

Saying that He ended the call and turned to Richard who straightened under his commanding gaze. “I do not wish to be disturbed for the next hour, Richa…” Evan’s order was interrupted by a knock on the door. His eyebrows curled together seeing Helena standing in the doorway with an apprehensive expression on her face. “Can we talk, Mr. Hemsworth?” she asked, shifting in her feet and meeting his gaze with piercing intensity. “You can come later, Miss Perez, Capo…” “You may leave Richard,” Evan gravely commanded him while his eyes were fixed on his soon-to-be wife. He wanted to know the reason behind the tension on her face even when He made her son feel welcome in his house.

“Ah yes. You must really love her.” Tina's smile cracked as she tried to look friendly even though her heart was already embarrassed to death. Evan had just pointed out that he wouldn't have come if it weren't for his wife. Evan no longer considered Tina to be anything, even though they had shared a happy time together and even nearly got married in the past. “Of course. My wife is my savior. She is everything to me, even more important than my own life.” Tina's face turned red as Evan wasn't even interested in giving her the slightest face. The woman was speechless, as Evan hugged his wife carefully before giving her a final slap.

Evans winked at him, obviously finding everything amusing. James looked at me, so many questions in his eyes. I could only look away ashamed that the least I could do was tell him about me when I had the chance. James knew little to nothing about me, which is why I would have appreciated if he had run for it the time I told him to. “Well, Scarlett is my wife,” Evans revealed. “A wife who everyone believe is dead.”“Was your wife! I’m not one anymore. I can’t be a wife to a jerk like you.” I hissed, disgusted by his audacity to label me as his wife.

And I definitely don't remember having a sister. "But some people really are shameless. Not only do they interfere in someone else's marriage, they even try to steal someone else's father." Mr. Walker came toward me. I glanced down and saw his legs shaking. "Mr. Cole, your wife is..." Ethan gripped my hand tightly. "My wife is Sophie. "Since Vanessa is fine, I'll be leaving with my wife." Watching Vanessa's expression shatter into disbelief and humiliation gave me a clean, sharp burst of satisfaction.

Evan Rodger gently patted Claire Fisher’s back while casting me an accusatory glare. "A grown woman like you shouldn’t be bickering with a young lady." Before I could get a word out, several of Evan's friends shoved the door open and barged in. "Evan sure has a good thing going with his wife." "They’ve been together for a decade and even got matching tattoos! He is still as devoted to her as ever." "Speaking of which, what does the matching tattoo say anyway?"

"That's her?" "She's prettier than Valarie." "Lucky girl, marrying Evans Wilson." If only they knew. Evans stopped at a corner office with floor-to-ceiling windows. Inside, a woman sat at a desk, typing furiously on her laptop. She looked up when she heard us and smiled. But it wasn't a friendly smile. It was sharp and calculating. "Chloe," Evans said. "This is Hailey, my wife. She'll be working with the design team."

It was never easy to think about the past, but Evan could not deny how it turned him into a better person for his wife. Evan reached for Shantelle's hand and said, "I, Evan Thompson, take you as my wife. I promise to cherish you in all the days of my life, to protect you from harm, and to shelter you from any storm. I swear I can conquer the world as long as you are with me."

Afterward, Caroline joined Alex and sat across from him. "I wouldn't dare to believe it's you if we weren't standing close," Alex said. Caroline passed him the coffee. "You're joking, Mr. Price." Alex propped up his chin. "Isn't Evan excited to see you?" 'He is so excited that he keeps getting me in trouble!' she complained inwardly. Caroline refrained from the urge to complain. "He is married with children. Why would he be excited to see me?" "Evan has a child but not a wife," Alex corrected.