Jonathan Brandis Wife Novels & Stories

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

"Wait, you never mentioned children at any point. So, I'm a stepmother to a man older than I am?” Jonathan let out a soft laughter, a deep, booming sound that echoed around the room. "No, no, Emelda," he says, shaking his head. "Emelda meet, Bryan, my grandson and your husband." "Wait! What?" My jaw dropped as my mind reeled the information. This arrogant man is my husband? Hell no!

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? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

Within forty-eight hours, she had learned: Her husband was a fraud. Her marriage was collapsing. She was adopted. Her biological mother had been murdered. And now— Her name wasn't even hers. Joel sighed. "There is more." Patricia slowly looked up. Her eyes red. Exhausted. "There always is." The old journalist nodded. "Yes." Then he reached into his coat. Again. This time producing a photograph. A recent photograph. Not twenty-six years old. Recent. Very recent. Joel placed it gently on the table.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

It was all he had left of his family and he would defend it fiercely. “Stop scowling,” Brian said, sitting down beside him. “My wife says you are ruining the night with your frowny face.” “Are you going to be continually referring to Cassie as your wife from now on?” Brian grinned, his white teeth stark against the dark fur of his beard. “Yep.” Jonathon shook his head but smiled. “So,” he said, scanning the room, “point out all the single women.” Brian snorted. “You mean to tell me you haven’t scouted them out already?”

"Who is she? And what power does she possess to separate you from her?" I inquired, eager to understand the situation fully. Brandon glanced at me, running his hand over his hair before he sighed heavily. “Marian is my ex-wife.” Brandon’s married, and I’m hearing about it now. After five years, great. I couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and frustration at the revelation. It was disheartening to learn about Brandon's marital status after such a long time of being friends. “You are married, and you’re telling me now,” I said, my voice tinged with disappointment. "Why didn't you mention this before?" I couldn't help but wonder why Brandon had kept his marital status a secret for so long.

CHAPTER 104 — VIRAL SCANDAL LARRY'S POV Larry Jonathan: married, but apparently monogamy isn’t his thing—he’s knocked up Brandy. And Maya? Word on the street is she’s cozying up to her bodyguard. Oh, you think they’re divorced? Where are the fucking papers? Some marriages are made for love… others for drama. My fingers froze over the phone screen, as the post stared back at me like a mocking glass of champagne, bubbly and sharp, threatening to cut my tongue off if I tried to speak.

My eyebrows scrunched in confusion as I wondered what the matter was with him. Then suddenly, realization hit me hard and I put two and two together. I narrowed my eyes at him, noticing how he refused to meet my eyes. "Your sister happens to be a lovely, golden haired woman named Jade, doesn't she? Dr. Brandon Marshall's wife? Your friend's wife?" I added the last part remembering what he'd told me earlier.

I told him. I know that Jonathan has a lot of connections ,so I was careful if I am dealing with him and Stella. “What do you want? Give me the details,” he replied. I didn’t hesitate. “I want the title to be Mr Jonathan’s wife Stella Jonathan of Jonathan Electronics, currently pregnant with an unknown man’s child,” I told him. There was silence. “What?” he asked in shock. “Are you talking about the Jonathan of Jonathan’s group?”he asked, to be sure he heard me correctly.