First Ladies Book Novels & Stories

Everything for the Republic and the President. “Yes but the story of the First Lady flying out to New York to surprise her husband would tell the President’s political enemies and Republicans that the White House was left without representation. With no member of the first family and that’s more dangerous than marriage counseling problems.” Alyssa pushed and Merlin sighed in defeat. He knew she was right but it wasn’t his responsibility to babysit Katherine so he could not have done much. It was not his fault. Shortly they ended the call and Alyssa felt a pair of eyes glued on her.

"I thought this was supposed to be a fair competition. Why do you keep using your liberty as the president's wife to push me to the wall? Besides, your dress can't be called decent either." Eve's eyes followed the girl's and she stared at the few undone buttons of her shirt. "Oh, this." She smiled sweetly. "This is because I was having a good time with my husband before you interrupted us, Jessie. And let me make things clear." She shook her head. "I've told you from the start that you don't stand a competition with me. I am his wife, and you are now his– nothing. So do yourself a favor and put an end to those fantasies."

I turned the page once, twice, as if the sentence might dissolve if I read it wrong. The words were neat and precise, the family seal stamped in black: Appointment — Chairwoman of Strategic Affairs & Approvals. Official and Irrefutable. “Yes… My lady! You are really the First Lady of the Moretti Empire!” Rita jolted up in excitement as she danced with the file across the room; she drifted into the walk-in closet, sorting for a dress for my first appearance at the Moretti empire headquarters.

But it had never been enough. Sixteen years, and my wolf still turned away. Sixteen years, and every time we made love, it felt like I was trying to outrun something just out of reach. Something I needed. Something I prayed never to find. Because finding it would burn this fragile world I’d built to ash. By the time we sat for breakfast, we were both dressed and polished, I, the President; she, the perfect First Lady. The presidential dining hall was a masterpiece of clean lines and old money: dark mahogany table, velvet drapes, gold inlays that caught the morning sun.

Before he was able to answer, "I requested that we keep our marriage from the public as I still need time to adjust to this kind of life." "You should know that marrying him involves being in the public eye continually," Anton refuted. "She knew that, that's why she was hesitant to divulge our marriage and keep our marriage private so as not to put her in public scrutiny," Andrei answered for me. "By the way, Mr. President, I heard that the first lady served as a military personnel in a military base located at the western border," Anton was sensible enough to swerve and changed the topic. "Yes, she served there as a surgeon," Andrei answered with a grin.

The First Lady is not decorative. OCEAN'S POV It’s the small things. That’s what nobody tells you. What I couldn’t have understood without living it. It’s the way Storm’s face changes completely when I walk into a room. The way he tracks me with his eyes, this person who didn’t exist a few months ago, completely certain that my arrival matters. It’s Lola in the meetings, asking the question no one else thought to ask and being right about why it mattered. It’s Hannah at the kitchen table every morning with her tea and her calendar and her dry commentary on everything.

I don't even know what was making me mad. We both have nothing to say. I don't even plan to talk to him anymore. "Can you stop?" He couldn't stop himself before dropping the document he was holding and looking at me. I frowned there. "What did I do again? Maybe even breathing is wrong when it comes to you," I said, still grinning sarcastically. Before he could speak again, there was a knock at the door. "Mr. President, the first lady is here," Junio said ​​through the intercom. He didn't need to give her a cue because a beautiful woman had already entered. She looks so formal. Every gesture is also elegant.

Patricia walked to a waiter to get a glass of wine when she overheard some ladies whispering. The first lady started. “President Ethan's wife is so graceful. She's so lucky to be married to him.” “Of course, I heard she's his daughter's mother. I wish I were the one getting married to such a perfect young man.” The second lady said, rather dreamily. The first lady looked around before whispering again. “I heard her step-sister stole her boyfriend away from her a few years back. That sister of hers must be regretting stealing the poor boy instead of a good catch.”

Adeline murmured and grabbed the novel. Mrs. Olivia was a popular global Novelist that many of her novels had been used for movies and also among the five richest Novelists all over the world. Also, she was the current First-Lady of the country. Her husband was the current President. “I knew about it. I’m waiting for it to circulate round the bookshops before I purchase it” Adeline took her eyes off from the novel and looked up at Mike. “She launched this novel yesterday afternoon, so how come you have had it?” She asked in surprised tone.

I continued flipping and in total, I saw pictures of five different ladies and every single detailed information about them. “I still don't understand, father,” I said, confused. My father took a sip of his drink and cleared his throat. “The first lady is Amelia Peters, the only daughter of the minister of health while the second lady is the second daughter of senator Adams.” As he kept introducing the ladies, I patiently waited for him to finish so that I would know exactly what he needed me to do with all this information. “And the last lady was specifically selected by your grandparents. Actually, she's your grandparent's choice for you, but I want you to make your choice and pick one of