Jenna Ortega Wife Novels & Stories

“You once welcomed a client named Sage Michaels, right?” Sage Michaels—a businessman who is heavily involved with the Ortega family. The Ortega family is one of the richest in the country and, as far as she remembers, she has only once seen a family member from that clan. That is also the reason why she knows Mr. Michaels. He simply came to fetch the Ortega woman she met. “Yes, I know him. What happened?” She did not mean to panic, but she can even hear the worry in her voice herself. “Nothing bad happened, but I terribly need your help.” Jelly took another deep breath before looking at her pleadingly. “You’re more knowledgeable about them than me, so please swap clients with me. I know your

She wanted her child to live the good life and this was just not it. Sheila was busy thinking of what to do with her life when she saw the news come on. She was working in a store as a part-time cleaner and all the money she earned went for feeding but she tried her best to keep some of the money for the trip. Jenna had been waiting for this all her life. She couldn't believe that this was really happening to her, that she, Jenna Morgan, was going to be the wife of Derrick Moore. They carried out the DNA test and it came back positive all thanks to that damn Jordan and the fool he had been keeping by his side the past months.

Sergio was certain that Yadriel wouldn't let him off. "Mr. Xanthe, listen carefully. Hansen is my husband and Jerry's father. This is a fact that cannot be changed. He is the only one in my heart, and no one can replace him. I will never leave him even if he is thrown to jail. But rest assured, I will definitely not allow it to happen," Jenna retorted firmly. The look in her eyes was determined and piercing. He felt a coldness radiating from his heart. Jenna moved past him and walked towards the corridor of the Ink Garden.

The man at her side regarded me coolly, but my focus was solely on her. "Who is he?" I demanded, my tone sharper than I intended. Before she could respond, the man stepped forward, all smug confidence. "Mr. Ortega, we’ve met before. Brent Lawson, acting chairman of Hermosa Group." I barely spared him a glance, my gaze fixed on Demi. "Demi, answer me." Her chin came up, and she gave me a direct glare. "Jeff, who Brent is doesn’t concern you. We’re divorced. What I do now is none of your business."

She glared at her friend, but Chelle didn’t even look back. “Really? You cried?” Jackson’s voice carried excitement. He knew he had hurt Bree, but he was glad to hear she had cried. “That’s not true! I didn’t cry! Why would I cry? And don’t believe her,” Bree shot back. “Oh, hija, couples shouldn’t prolong misunderstandings. You should talk and resolve your problems. That’s the secret to a successful relationship, just like my husband Ignacio and I.” “Mrs. Ortiga, he’s not even my boyfriend!” Bree protested.

She wasted three years with Kenneth! “Ready?” Heather asked as soon as she got out of the washroom. “Yes,” Sabrina replied but suddenly, she heard that some people were gossiping outside, and her eyes widened upon hearing her name. She glanced at Heather, and the woman was also shocked that there were people who gossiped in the hospital’s corridor! “Isabelle Ortega is truly unfortunate. Her sister-in-law is far too vicious! Her husband died not long ago, and now her child has died as well!”

He didn’t care—didn’t care about her, about the four unborn babies they were expecting. “Why won’t you believe me?!” she screamed, her voice raw. “Nina did this! I was feeling dehydrated—I wasn’t feeling well and she offered me water, she even invited Damian over, I—” “We saw you, Jenna,” he snarled. “I saw my wife in bed with my nephew who doesn't even stand up to me in any way. I saw you sleeping together.” His fists clenched so tightly that blood dripped from the wounds his nails left on his palms. Jenna forced herself to rise, her body trembling with effort and pain.

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D