John Travolta New Gf Novels & Stories

The photo loads instantly. It's me. In the club booth. My head is thrown back in unmistakable ecstasy. A man's hand is fisted in my hair, another clamped low on my stomach. His face is completely blurred. The caption underneath is vicious: "Eden Wolfe, new wife of billionaire Hayden Wolfe, seen in a steamy meeting with a mystery man at an exclusive nightclub. Sources say the marriage is already on the rocks. Is the wife playing the field?" Comments are already flooding in.

she said philosophically and shrugged. I laughed and sat down across her once i got the orders. "So... Wanna hear some unexpected sudden news?" i said casually. "You got a tattoo" she guessed with excitement "No" she knew i was afraid of needles "i got married over the weekend" i said as i put my elbows on the table and rested my face on my palm. "Ha ha, very funny missy" Olivia was not amused "No am serious" i said with more feelings this time "Yeah, sure and am married to Chris Evans" olivia rolled her eyes "How can you get married when you don't even have a boyfriend"

he questions. “Yes,” I whisper. He leaves me in silence. I need it. I can’t look at him right now. I lose all defenses when he looks in my eyes or smiles. I look at my phone, and a text message from Tiff goes off. Tiff: Looks like you’re in the news again Me: What? Tiff sends me the link. Society rag mag…. GIRLFRIEND OF BILLIONAIRE NATHAN MICHAELS STEALS THE SHOW AND HEARTS OF EVERYONE AT TONIGHT’S GALA

“Um, I’m great! Taking care of the gallery, being Uncle Tristian. It’s great.” When Trevor got out of prison two years ago, he and Viola got serious. I was surprised it happened, but I was happy for them I guess. They now had an adorable son named Travis. “Any girls?” I questioned. “So many.” He grinned. “Right.” So, it did kind of bug me how many girls he’d been through in the last three years, but I knew it wasn’t any of my business. “Anyone home!” Heath’s voice called. “Just your Best Man!” Tristian called back, hurrying to the front door.

A few steps later, she said, “Oh, Odell, I forgot to tell you that Sylvia and Tristan seem to have already gotten together.” Odell frowned. “What did you say?” Sylvia had just changed her job. All she did every day was work and prepare meals for the kids, so how could she be together with Tristan? “I heard from a friend that works in the same studio as Sylvia.” Tara then pulled her phone out and tapped on the picture of Tristan carrying Sylvia. “Look, Odell. They are really together now.” In the picture, Tristan’s hands were around Sylvia’s waist as he lifted her up.

Regina said. "Oh, yeah ... she's very well actually, she's in the Bahamas now with her new boyfriend." Gloria gasped, "Really? Wow ... that's great, anyone we know?" Roman shrugged, "I don't think so ... it's her personal trainer, they've only been together for a few months, but I'll tell her you said hi ... she calls me almost every day." "Olivia, do you think you can take the tour today?" Roman put his hand on her shoulder.

A familiar worry lingered in her chest, quiet, sharp. She looked at Ethan. "Vanessa's still out there." He nodded. "And I have a plan." Meanwhile… In a high-rise suite across the city, Vanessa Hart tossed her phone onto the couch and paced. The headlines were unbearable: "Power Couple Goals: Ethan Wolfe and Designer Girlfriend Set Internet Ablaze." "Fashion's New Queen: How Talia James Rose From Single Mom to Star." Her jaw clenched as she stared at a new post: Ethan, holding Zane and Luna on either arm, his smile soft, Talia standing beside him in a sleek black dress, looking powerful..and loved.

Whatever had been in the air between us—whatever moment of understanding—shatters like glass. “You should probably pick that up.” His voice is tight, distracted now. I glance at my phone on the coffee table, seeing the flashing notifications. Headlines. Tristan Wolfe Calls Off Engagement in Shocking Public Declaration. Oliver Sinclair Left at the Altar? Who is the Mysterious Man Between Them? And then the phone rings again.

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

It's just surprising that he asked for the divorce. "Anyway, I heard about Thylane getting close to him," She sipped on her glass again. I pursed my lips. Dom probably wants to have someone new, since he's divorced now. Maybe it's that Thylane girl that he wants. My heart tugged at the thought. No, I shouldn't be affected like this. "The model? She's a gold digger! Of course she'll go for Travis. He's a freaking billionaire. Hella smart too. Did you know he has two degrees? He got his masters at Harvard too."