Fernando Alonso Wife Novels & Stories

But Mariana held him closer to her chest, as if protecting him. "You knew perfectly well that our son could be born any day. I don't understand why you're acting like this. I saw you on the news, I saw everything you said about Arabella ... Do you really want to go back to her? You're giving her more importance than your own son." Fernando looked at her with coldness and contempt. "Isn't it obvious, Mariana? Of course, I want to go back to Arabella . She's my wife." "She's not, Fernando. She's married to another man."

“Isn't this woman an Agent officer who this afternoon was reported to have died in an accident while on duty? So… so this woman is Lorenzo's wife?” Carmen covered her mouth in disbelief as she looked at all the pictures of Lorenzo and his little family hanging on the wall. There Carmen can see Lorenzo's wedding photo and also a photo of Lorenzo holding a baby with Selena. Then Carmen also found a large photo with Enzo under the frame. With great admiration Carmen studied the photos one by one while thinking. Can I take the place of this woman to be both a wife and a mother?

"You hid her from me. You took my wife and hid her in your warded territory." "She isn't your wife, Alonso," Oscar stated calmly, his voice steady and completely unafraid of the Supreme Alpha's wrath. "The divorce papers were signed four years ago. She is a free citizen of the northern territories, and a business partner of the Wayne estate. You need to back off." "I will tear your throat out right on this pavement," Duncan hissed, his muscles flexing as his inner wolf screamed for blood. "Try it," Amora stepped forward, moving directly in front of Oscar. She glared at Duncan, her green eyes flashing with a dangerous, protective fire that made Duncan’s wolf instantly hesitate.

Worse, as I searched for the reason Carter was able to expedite this process on the grounds that Stephanie was already married. The next document I read was a marriage certificate between her and Carter, again backdated to before our marriage mere months ago. My breaths came out short and angry as my vision tilted. I can't believe he stooped to this. Actually, I can, because now it isn't kidnapping if she is his wife. Whatever he is doing to her may not even be illegal if he can hide it under a domestic dispute. He's framed it so that I look like the crazy one. I dropped the documents, only for a picture to slip out. Rage burned so hot and bright I felt my vision haze.

he added. Alyssa smiles. “He'd married Caitrona Balboa, a wife that'll only get in her husband's way. Who knows if she could even hold onto the position,” Ronnie exhales. “Adonis must have been blinded to marrying someone like that.” “Oh, Ronnie, you must marry a wife with a good family background...” “Okay, Mama!” he hangs up. Alyssa smiles as she murmurs to herself. “A good wife that pleases your grandpa and dad... Only then we do stand a chance...” she smirks evilly. “Adonis Dellucci, just wait and see, your happy days are coming to an end!”

"Yes, sir. I found her phone in the bedroom, but she's not there." "You'd better find my wife! I want to find her at home when I arrive." I hang up, damn it! Does she want to drive me crazy? How can she disappear without telling me where she plans to go? I need to call Auracio. He has to ask his wife if she's seen her. And he has to tell me where his right-hand man, Fernandez, is. I'm sure she must be with him. "The dead woman, where is Fernandez?" "Good morning, Alberto! How are you? Did you sleep well?"

His mistress, or should she saw Fiancée, Angelina Fernandez.

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

But, as fate would have it, he died of a massive stroke a year after the wedding, before the death of King Fernando. When the throne passed to King Hernando and his wife, Queen Dorothea instead, Alba never let it go. It was something she never pushed aside. The slight, as Alba saw the situation, was a constant fight, usually left for times when the family was alone. Rarely did the woman not bring the throne up in front of Romaine. “Yes, well… Ehm… I hope he finds someone who makes you and my cousin both happy,” Romaine replied in a light tone. “Have you spoken to Mother tonight?”