Romans & histoires Jean-luc Bilodeau Wife

Jean chuckled and nodded his head. "My wife did it," he answered proudly. Killian spared a glance at the groom. His face was glowing with inner happiness. "Let me introduce you to her,' Jean offered before calling his wife. A beautiful young lady clad in a wedding gown appeared. Killian's eyes zeroed in on her small baby bump. "Natalie, he is Mr. Serrano. The CEO of Serrano empire" Killian noticed the fondness in Jean's eyes as he looked at his wife. Natalie's gaze shifted over to Killian and she flashed him a warm smile before extending her hand.

She hadn't wanted to believe it, but their marriage certificate was the evidence. Mrs. Calderwood had not seen the news of Lucien and Elowen's marriage online at first. She had only seen the video of Scarlett trying to push someone as it was being announced on national news, and she realized that the lady was Elowen—the young woman her son had brought home on her birthday. She had been shocked and decided to search for more information online, only to discover the news that Lucien and Elowen were married. "Calm down, Mum," Mitchell said, slowly sitting up on the bed.

“Billionaire elite Lucien Giordano spotted outside his launch event carrying his once-disgraced wife in his arms. Has he finally forgiven her for the humiliation she caused him six years ago?” Wife… why do they call him his wife? Moore is no wife to Lucien! I scrolled, unable to take my eyes away, another one followed. “Enemies to lovers? Has the great Lucien Giordano rekindled his past love with Moore?” My breath hitched. I felt like the air had been knocked out of my lungs. No. This wasn’t the Lucien I knew. There was no way in hell he would do that for Moore. For her.

she finally let the word out. “Really Adina?” “Yes!!” she said again, this time a little louder. “Well sorry but I have to document this moment for future purposes Doc can you please make a video right now.” I said, which made everyone laugh. Well, the doc took my words seriously and brought out his phone to record. “So, Miss Adina Miller, would you do me the honor of being my wife again?” I asked “YES! Yes Tyson, I will.”

- Of course my wife Riley. - Your wife sir? he asked with a strange voice. - Yes my wife, she is working at the company and she is a low-position screenwriter and no we are not allowed to help her in any way. Riley heard him and her eyes were sparkling and she could see that he really listened to her and respected her decisions. - Of course sir. Jack responded. - Thank you, Jack. Riley grabbed his wheelchair and went toward the exit. They sat in the car and at that moment he decided to kiss her.

She was even more shocked when he called her his wife and showed so much concern. Instead of answering, she tried to push him away and free her waist from his grip. But he didn’t budge. Even the employees standing there were shocked. Everyone knew that Laura Bellini, daughter of Rita Bellini, was going to marry Luciano next month. Their relationship had been public for years, and neither Laura nor the Bellini family had ever tried to hide it. But no one knew about Rosa being Luciano’s ex-wife. Only a few people close to him knew he had once been married. Luciano had never made an official announcement about it, and the world had never seen his wife.

Came Lucien’s voice. “There seems to be a problem, sir. There are two women here who said that they’re both Mrs Sullivan but from what I know, you’re only married to one woman. Who is your wife between the two?” His camera moved from me to Carla. Lucien didn’t hesitate when he replied.”The one on white.” Carla was the one wearing white while I was on a pink sport outfit. I couldn’t say I was badly disappointed but it still hurt. To be denied publicly by your husband.

I swallowed a groan, my face twisting in pain as I rubbed my belly, which was already so big I feared I was going to have six babies. My mind drifted to Lucien, and I wondered if he at least missed me. I was watching the news before Olivia came in and turned to face the TV fully, wanting to get my mind off things, but what I saw next made me gasp. "Billionaire Tycoon Lucien Hunter and his wife spotted outside a boutique, acting lovey-dovey." The news read, followed by a picture of them together, looking so happy and joyful.

The name on her previous insurance: ‘Julien Lemoine. Lemoine. I knew that name. That was my friend who was a billionaire. He was a real estate developer and was frequently in the society pages with whatever model or socialite he was dating that month. He'd been married before, I remembered vaguely. Some scandal about a divorce. The wife had disappeared from public view completely. Had that wife been Camille? I pulled up a news search, typing in both names. The results flooded my screen. ‘Julien Lemoine and wife Camille separate after five years.’

A moment ago, Sebastian was furious about another man touching me—yet here he was, letting this woman hang onto him. The woman looked me up and down, scrutinizing me. I refused to be intimidated. But the way Sebastian was letting her touch him so freely was aggravating me. “This…” Sebastian inhaled deeply. “This is Celeste, Lucille. She’s my wife.” Lucille’s eyes narrowed instantly. She whipped her head toward Sebastian, disbelief written all over her face. “Your what?!” Sebastian sighed, clearly bored with the conversation. “You heard me. She’s my wife, Lucille.” He repeated.