Frédéric Arnault Dating History Novels & Stories

"So now that the cake's ready, you want a slice of it? You want to invest now? Keep dreaming." "What kind of attitude is that?" Frederick snapped, annoyed. "Some things I can't explain in detail due to confidentiality, but I'll say this. Don't target Ari again. You'll only embarrass yourself later." Janice didn't want to say more. She gave Frederick a light pat on the shoulder as she left. "Forget about getting a slice of the cake. You won't even get a taste of the cream." She actually knew Frederick had once had feelings for Ariel. But once Ariel got married and became a housewife orbiting around Jayson, Frederick had looked down on her ever since. That prejudice ran deep.

Armani said putting his hands on his chest dramatically. Santana rolled her eyes, the boredom reflecting on her facial expression. Jessica immediately deduced that she was probably the rebel child. “But my wife .. .” He spoke slowly. “She gave me two lovely children.” Kai’s father snorted. “I have a daughter, Maude, who went ahead to get married to him.” Armani gave Kai’s father a look before continuing to speak. “And a son, Hermès Donovan and he—.” “gave you a grand daughter, Hermès Santana.” She butted in. “I’m an influencer and —.”

He set the wine glass on the table and stated, "I don't love her, it's futile if I try to force my heart to embrace that woman." Anne laughed. She also doesn't give a damn about the man's marital status because, for Anne, what matters most is that, once the man arrives and she serves him, Aldric must pay severely for every extramarital relationship they have. Aldric was so muscular and didn't readily tire in bed, he should have paid a fair price for every experience that lasted long enough. You can picture how worn out Anne's body was? nevertheless, it was worthwhile since, after that, a few thousand dollars appeared in her account.

SIENNA’S POV Oh wow, I thought. I could see the rest of them smirk—that fake, "bless your heart" energy. She was really trying to humble me just to make her husband look mid? I got you, bitch. I just smiled at her, tilting my head. "You're right about the exclusivity," I said smoothly. "But you're missing a detail. My husband didn't buy it from a boutique. He had Bernard Arnault himself ensure it was delivered to our door before it even hit the shelves. It turns out, being the second person in the world to own it is much easier when your husband is as 'restless' as..."