Jan Stenerud Wife Novels & Stories

My husband is very handsome that’s why I’m so used to that kind of reaction. Maru didn’t entertained those girls so I never give attention to them. We ended the meeting fast because its almost lunch time. Since the hospital incident, we never seen Jana again. The last news that we heard about her is that she flew to Canada. She has a relative there and she accepted a job offer. I already forgave her for what she done to us and I think Maru did too. What she did is wrong but I kind of understand her. She was blinded by her love and obsession to Maru.

She is none other than the wife of the company president, Patricia Dahl] Vivian was taken aback right after she read the three headline news that popped up on her phone screen. “Patricia Dahl? She is... Stefan's first wife, right? She is Steen's mother, right?" The image of a beautiful woman smiling at her suddenly crossed her mind. Of course, she didn't meet the woman in person, and she only saw her face from the large photo frame on the living room wall.

Yes, her husband jumped for joy that they would actually have children, but Jester also stopped later when he thought the wedding was part of the plan by the family's company. In fact, he wanted to live peacefully with his wife after Jenny gave birth to their baby. He wanted to be happy of his own accord. He was also tired of being obedient to the orders of the shareholders. It meant that he was so in love with Jenny and didn’t want to leave her, just like he left the first woman he married.

"She takes the winning tickets to the cage and cashes it out as clean money. They play the long game and are obviously prepared to lose, just as long as they can still launder some of their dirty money." "I see that," Austin muttered, his attention back on the file as he took in all the biographical details of the three men. "The lady in the red dress—" Tim continued as Austin turned to the next page in the file. “Is Rowena Van Staden. She's married to Josef, the eldest son." "And what is her claim to fame?" asked Austin.

"Have you heard? Jane found that young woman from our school—you know, the one who was really poor—to be her surrogate." "A surrogate? But the last time I saw her, she said she was already pregnant!" Another gasped in surprise. Following a mocking laugh, that person continued, "That was fake. Jane can't even bear children. That's why the Stark family still refuses to acknowledge her. They said she can only register her marriage with Eddy after she gives birth. "I heard she even hired over a dozen bodyguards to watch that young lady, doing her best to prevent anything from going wrong." I sat in my seat, and my hand that was holding the wine glass paused slightly. It turned out that the Stark

Tangger with his words, Steffan was unable to hate the talented man in front of him. "Miss Lexantra's actual name is Jenna Murphy. She is Hansen Richard's wife. This is a fact. I think you're paying too much attention to her well-being," Melvin said calmly as if he could see through Steffan. Steffan came to his senses and finally understood what Melvin meant. He replied in an angry tone, "Listen up, brat. I know that and I don't need you to remind me about it."

"What about your son? Who's the real father?" Avelina's hands trembled on the steering wheel. The gates opened just enough for her to slip through, then closed immediately behind her. Inside, the family was gathered in the living room. Diana paced by the window. Robert sat on the couch, his phone pressed to his ear. Alina stood with her arms crossed, staring at a tablet. "What happened?" Avelina asked. Alina handed her the tablet. On the screen was a gossip website. The headline read: MORUSSA HEIRESS IN LOVE TRIANGLE WITH HOCKEY STAR AND HOTEL MOGUL.

I played my role flawlessly. But my mind circled only one thing. Selene. She stood just apart from the discussion, close enough to belong, distant enough to remain untouched by the business itself. She wasn’t trying to draw attention. That was what made it impossible not to look. Her stillness was intentional. Her composure effortless. Dangerous. Untouchable. Forbidden. I told myself I was imagining it. That this was nothing more than proximity, fatigue, a lapse in discipline. Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts.

His eyes were full of wariness when he said, "I've never seen this number before. Aren't you going to answer the call?" I swallowed and forced myself to calm down before I answered the call. "Turn on speaker mode," Jasper demanded. It seemed that he had picked up on my panic, his eyes shining with displeasure. "Hello, miss. There was something that I forgot to tell you earlier this afternoon. I—" I hastily tried to stop the private investigator from saying more, but Jasper beat me to it, snatching my phone away and screaming furiously into the receiver. "What else do you want to tell her? Don't you know that Natasha Storn has a husband? If you dare to call my wife again, I'll make sure you'l