Novel & Cerita Ghostface Couples

"Perhaps if you hadn't embarrassed her on your wedding night, we wouldn't be discussing this." "Don’t preach to me, Karina." "You believe I don't already feel terrible?" “Then behave accordingly, Zack.” Take an action that *demonstrates* your concern. "For a change in your life, cease reacting and begin contemplating." He turned his gaze, jaw tight, embarrassment flickering across his face. My phone vibrated in my hand. A message from my guy: > Ethan Grayson. 29. CEO of Grayson Holdings. Filed a marriage certificate in Vegas with Leena Davis two years ago. No record of annulment or divorce.

Jake fired back at me as I stood the silence amazed by this level of effrontery. "So, I get attitude in my own house?" I threw the question to no one at all and sat on the couch. "You told me that you and Megan were just partners, so what do we have here?" Jake queried with his phone in my face again. "Oh please, take that away from my face." I implored. "You have probably gotten another fake news from your fake ass sources." I replied. Jake looked at me quietly and busted out into a phase of laughter. He laughed so hard that he clinched his belly and I watched confused, wondering whether I cracked a joke.

Tomorrow he was going to marry Shayla Hale and make her Shayla Cross and nothing was going to stop it this time. "Do you guys remember Monica Volkov from our college days?" Grayson asked suddenly. Ivan choked on his drink. Whiskey went down the wrong pipe and he started coughing violently, his face turning red. The stripper on his lap jumped up, startled. Jake's hands went completely still on the woman beside him. Just for a second. Just long enough for Grayson to notice if he had been paying close attention. Then they started moving again like nothing had happened. A look passed between Ivan and Jake. Something dark and knowing and very, very quick. But they both wiped their expressions cle

She sat beside a man wearing a light blue short-sleeve oxford shirt. "Did you just copy the color of my top?" He whispered through her ears. "Dream on," she whispered back while pinning him away from her. The crowd started breathing excitement towards the couple whispering moments. "Shall we start?" "Good morning, everyone. Thank you for filming this with us. Lately, there has been a leaked photo of us at my welcoming party. To settle things, we are delighted to confirm our relationship. Yes, we are dating." He faked a sweet smile, and everyone fell for it. The crowd sighed with exasperation.

On the day of my funeral, Grayson did what he thought was right. He dressed in the black suit I had always loved, showing up at my funeral with an air of solemnity. Liam had initially tried to stop him from coming, but in the end, Mom had convinced him. After all, Grayson was my legal spouse. Friends and family gathered to say their farewells. What did it matter? I was gone, and it wasn't as though they could speak ill of me now, not while my body was being buried in the ground.

“It seems the Russo family not only sucks at business, but they also have no manners. Disrespecting my fiancée? Who gave you the balls?” A bodyguard threw Nico aside like a piece of trash. Marcello wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his side. “Get lost.” Leo and Nico scrambled away like beaten dogs. Meanwhile, in Colombia, Raphael stared at the live broadcast on TV. On the screen, Cecilia was nestled against Marcello, and Marcello Falcone was holding his woman with an unmistakable look of possession. CRASH! He smashed his crystal glass against the wall. “No… it can’t be real…” he muttered, but the look in Cecilia’s eyes told him it was. This was no act.

“Blake. You’re not seriously thinking of going.” I held up my phone. “He wasn’t bluffing.” I pulled up G****e. And just like that, there he was. Ethan Blackwood. Beautiful. Rich. Dangerous. Photographed in tailored suits, arm in arm with senators and Silicon Valley royalty. A few articles mentioned a breakup two years ago. But no photos of her. Like she never existed. Amelia frowned at my screen. “That’s… creepy.” “Right?” “Still. You can’t go there alone. You don’t know what kind of psycho he is.”

We decided to rest in our room as Andrea's nanny was sleeping with her. I sighed as we were now resting on his bed. He hugs me. "Thank you for coming into my life Georgina; I have never imagined marrying." "You do?" he nodded his head. "Until I met you," I scoff. "You have married me even though we barely know each other," I told him, and he answered me with chuckles. "Because I know I will not regret it." He said and hugged me tighter. "Everyone is now making a story about us. The CEO of Simone Holdings is turned to be the husband of the famous heiress of Dela Fuente Group." He repeated the news earlier.

“How was your night?” Setting down his empty cup, Ghost lifted the left side of his lips in a grin that flashed his canine. The way he sat there, attention glued to my face, made me think he was actually invested in my reply, which made no sense considering Ghost and I weren’t the friendliest to one another. I froze. Surely they couldn’t know that I’d seen them having sex. They were both so into it—so into each other—that it was impossible. It was impossible, right?

Dave laughed mockingly at her and said, "Your ex-husband, Mr. Arthur Fleming! He just goes by a different last name! "You really are daft, aren't you?" Dave continued. "You had such a powerful backer, and yet, you insisted on going solo without him. You really are stupid…" All at once, the confident, determined light in Sasha's eyes immediately went out. Her face paled as she mumbled to herself, "How's that even possible?" At the same moment, all of the social media platforms had seemingly erupted in gossip after the official announcement of Sash's and Gavin's marriage.