Fernando Alonso Wife Novels & Stories

I greeted that bore Alvaro. "How are you, Domani?" Alvaro was a pain, but besides owning half of that hospital, he'd remarried to Martin's mother. I greeted them one by one and introduced Jennifer, until we reached Fernando. He looked different, wearing a very elegant dark suit, seemed more serious than usual, and greeted me without enthusiasm. "Fred, good to see you." Jennifer was already bouncing cheerfully to throw herself at his neck, but two women stepped in front and looked at her as if challenging her.

Alonzo looked at me, but he proceeded to ignore my warning by narrowing my eyes at him. "Oh, I'm sorry about the late introduction. I'm Alonzo Waldorf, Irina's husband," Alonzo said as he offered his hand to my father who was dumbfounded by the situation.

my husband said and led me straight to the gigantic living room with artistic paintings and alluring art sculptures "This is amazing" I whispered to myself and he somehow heard me "yeah, my children will be here by noon so go crazy and enjoy yourself" I took his Ferrari Roma, out of the expensive car collection in his garage for a joyride across different places in Montreal and I couldn't help but feel the beauty of being a rich man's wife. I went to one of his boutiques and on entering the boutique, I was warmly welcomed, they recognized me even before I had a chance to state my identity

, and Maria said no. "You did what you felt and trust me if it was me I would have done the same thing or more worse than this. Coz you know even in this emotional torture going inside you, you didn't accused him nor did you misunderstood the whole situation. It was all bottled up inside you and I'm happy to know that you are a sharp lady. And I'm sure with this smart ass brain of yours will never let your title wife be snatched by anyone. She was and will always be a past and you his present and future being his one and only wife for life", Dia smiled hearing her place was reserved and she knows her place and position was so strong and powerful that everyone will need to bow down near her.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

Alejandro asked tiredly. "What do you mean? I came to check up on a good friend," Fernando twitched his lips and rolled his swivel chair around. "Do you redesign your office every day?" he asked while looking around. Then he picked up a photo stand on the table. It was an unaware picture of Camila. "Wow, what a beautiful picture. Does she know you have this with you?" Fernando admired the picture. "Stop touching my property!" Alejandro's vein was popping. "You call your wife your property?" Fernando looked amused.

Out of all the people in the damn world, she had to get tangled up with him. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as I scrolled further. More pictures. More headlines. More fuel for the fire that was rapidly consuming my last shred of control. “Billionaire Angelo’s Wife Spotted Cozying Up to Rival in a Nightclub!” “Angelo’ s wife Getting Handsy with a New Man?” “Trouble in Paradise? Angelo’s Wife and His Biggest Competitor in an Intimate Dance!” My jaw locked so tightly it ached. My fingers curled tighter around my phone until—

“ she’s Mr. Wilson’s girlfriend. His father is the owner of the Wilson group.” “ Really?” A sneer interrupted her introduction. Fredrick’s voice was so cold that they could almost see some ice crumbs on his face, and his deep and inky pupils were even more frigid and harsh. “ when did my wife become this scum’s girlfriend?” He asked. Everyone there was simply dumbstruck. It was like their eyes were blocked, and they did not hear him clearly. Priscilla? Mr. Lincoln’s wife? How could that be possible? “M- Mr. Lincoln, there must be some mistake. She is just an ordinary Little girl, how could she be your wife?” Rose said.

Alexander moved even closer and held her waist bringing his mouth directly close to her ear. “A chance to keep your dads company name provoke me and I’ll buy it for the cheap price that is currently worth” The company workers have been getting inquiries from their friends and family about Alexander's wife, asking if they know who she is. Since the news about him has spread like wildfire, everyone is dying to know who the lucky woman to marry the billionaire is. Here’s a corrected version with minimal changes: One of the workers was passing by, saw the scene, and took a picture, happy that she had cracked the code on who Alexander Steele's wife is, and quickly shared it online. Before Charlot