Novel & Cerita Jamie Campbell Bower Wife

Ramirez said looking at us while I shook my hand with him. “He is right, you have a very pretty and intelligent wife, Damien. My husband told me how she impressed him and I have to tell you that impressing him is hard.” Mrs. Ramirez said and I felt quite awkward as she mistook as married couple. “I am not his wife, Ma’am. I work in his company and assisting the project head Mrs. Clarissa Vance.” I clarified. “Madeline, we know about you and Damien. My husband keeps a track of the people with whom he wants to work and we know that once you were married to Damien but now divorced.” Mrs. Ramirez said and I was shocked but Damien looked very patient.

Taking a huge breath in and sipping my ice tea, I smiled at a few familiar faces before walking over to Bellamy's wife, who looked just as bored as I was. She was a young gorgeous woman if I read her bio correctly, she was the same age as I was and was the lucky princess who got married to Bellamy at a young age which was nineteen, literally a year after she met him. There isn't much I know about her but there is a lot I know about their perfect marriage, well the tabloids say that it is. "Hi, Mrs Barreau," I smiled, pushing my hand forward and she cleared her throat standing straighter and swatting my hand away before pulling me into a hug.

I replied getting my note book ready to jot "Liam Carter Jones" she answered "I'm sorry. What was his name?" I asked shocked and hoping I heard wrong "Liam Carter Jones" she repeated Liam? My Liam? the same Liam? This can't be right "I'm sorry. Would you like some water?" I asked trying to excuse myself as my temperature was running high. The air in the room was suffocating me. Liam wife is here for a divorce and of all the firm she could have gone to, she came here and to me for that matter. It was getting hot and really hard to breath

Although Jason is not great at expressing himself and rarely shows his emotions, I still think our marriage is happy. I went to get my phone, intending to ask Jason if he could come home early tonight. But a striking piece of news forced me to click on it. In the video, under the countless camera flashes, the elegant man in a neatly tailored black coat was very familiar to me, that was my husband. And next to him was a charming lady, whom I had never seen before. "The CEO of Campbell Group appeared at the airport, with his secret GIRLFRIEND." Each word in that headline felt like a sharp blade, cutting through my confidence.

She sat down, still not meeting my eyes but something in me stirred again. Her presence. Her aura. Carter wrapped an arm possessively around her chair and I continued, “Yes she did, and they are safe…with Casandra.” I sat upright, “Enough talk about me, Carter. Who is this beautiful lady?” “Ahh!” He chuckled, “I forgot to introduce her earlier, but I would do that now,” he began, “This is my wife, Camila Blackwood.” Camila? I stared at her again, searching her face even though it was mostly hidden. Only her eyes visible.

She tossed the towel into the bin and walked out her heels clicking sharply against the tiles. Behind her, the couple stood frozen, unsure whether to be relieved or terrified. Jemima didn’t look back. Her smirk deepened as she walked down the corridor. Just as she walked, she bumped into someone. "Are you blind?" She yelled glaring at the guy she bumped into. Aaron smirked, it's his target, Jemima Wilson.

Anthea suddenly said, “Let’s go quickly, Ty. I think this beggar must be mad. Who knows what kind of sickness he has?” “Alright.” Just as I was about to leave, a woman with a weatherworn face rushed over and kicked the beggar. “I told you not to make so much noise! You’re like a rabid dog!” The woman looked very familiar. When I met her gaze, I asked in disbelief, “Florence?” It was no wonder that I was shocked. Florence was only thirty years old, but her face was wrinkled, and her hair was white. She was wearing threadbare clothes.

Victoria crossed her arms, her tone turning vicious. "Ethan, I have had enough of you. You can't get your act together, fine, you drag me down—fine. But now your whole family's pulling the same crap? Showing up in rags to crash my IPO, then trying to pin it on my employees to squeeze money out of us?" "Jason works for me, and I will not let you defame him! And now you want money? You're out of your mind!" I looked at her—polished face, perfect makeup, dripping in jewelry, completely indifferent to the fact that her own father was lying out there bleeding out. Whatever was left of what I'd felt for her finally died.