Jonathan Brandis Wife Novels & Stories

"Brandon, from now on, I'm entrusting Valarie to you," Jonathan said. "She's been spoiled by us and can be a little willful at times. I hope you'll be patient with her in your marriage, and I wish you both a lifetime of happiness together." Brandon held Valarie's hand tightly, his expression solemn. "Dad, don't worry. I'll cherish her with all my heart." Jonathan nodded, stepping down from the stage. He discreetly wiped away his tears.

His net worth is far above 100 million dollars. Fourthly, Mr. Brandon is a businessman, unlike his father, who is a politician. He heads a company, the name of which we are still investigating. Lastly, Mr. Brandon comes from a broken home. It is no longer news that President Joe Biden’s wife left him some years ago, and ever since then, the president has not remarried. So, yes, Mr. Brandon is a man from a broken home. Continue reading to learn about Ms. Sandra, the lady who was seen with Mr. Brandon before Matriarch Alessandra. Trust me, you do not want to miss this.”

Stupid man. Clarissa nudges me with her elbow, I stare at his verified bio and whisper the words. Brandon Stark Husband to @elnamahle Businessman.

"So, you, as his wife, are being abused too. I thought he was still a complete fan of yours." "That's what I like about him. He remains professional even though I'm his wife. If he treats everyone too nicely, more people will end up targeting him." Yena snapped her fingers, slowly pushing her chair closer to her friend's table. "By the way, that new employee seems to like your husband. She's really nosy about Mr. Brandon's personal life." "Yeah, I heard that earlier too. She thinks Mr. Brandon doesn't have a girlfriend yet." “Even though Mr. Brandon’s wife is here.” Yena chuckled as she gracefully covered her mouth.

She had dark hair falling over her shoulders, warm brown skin, and the kindest smile I had ever seen. For a second, the entire room went silent. My mother blinked, my father lowered his newspaper. Kingsley looked between Brandson and the woman with a grin slowly spreading across his face. "Who is this?" I asked. Brandson cleared his throat. "This is Vanessa," he said awkwardly. "My girlfriend." I nearly choked. "Your what?" Brandson glared at me. "My girlfriend," he repeated. I looked at Vanessa,then back at Brandson, then back at Vanessa again.

“You think I believe you? I thought you're happy with Mara?!” My forehead furrowed. Why did his dad mention my name? “Yes dad. We just celebrated our first monthsary yesterday.” He looks tired from explaining. “Then why is your mistress work here?!” My eyes widen. Mistress? Maru has a mistress?! Who is she? “Dad, Jana is not my mistress!” He said angrily. His father smirks. “Really? Then why is she here? If she is not your mistress why can’t you guys leave each other?! You think I didn’t know that until now you are seeing each other?!”

Someone in the crowd caught sight of a news report, and the room immediately exploded into commotion. Massimo noticed it as well and quickly brought it over to me. It was a congratulatory announcement. "Breaking news—Luca Rinaldi, CEO of S&M Group, has finally seen his wish come true after years of quiet devotion. Today, he has married Ms. Giada Castellani, the woman he has loved for 12 years." Below it was a photo of Luca and Giada on their wedding day. My legs gave way beneath me, and I collapsed backward.

When your son's bedtime stories came from mommy because daddy was always at another business dinner? "Ladies." I forced a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. "If you'll excuse me, I have another appointment." "Of course! Don't let us keep you from that perfect life of yours!" Mrs. Whitmore's laugh tinkled like breaking champagne flutes. I made it to the elevator before the words really hit. Perfect life. They saw what I let them see. The authentic Sera Blackwood, wife of Jonathan Blackwood, old money, new success. Mother to Oliver, the sweetest eight year old who still believed in magic and happy endings. Part-time art authenticator who worked "for fun" because surely Jonathan pr

“My what?” “Your wife,” she repeated. “The funds were transferred to an offshore account.” Brandon laughed, a sharp, broken sound. “You have to be kidding me,” he said. “I don’t have a wife.” The manager blinked, she looked completely confused. “Excuse me?” “I do not have a fucking wife,” he said loudly. “And I do not have an offshore account.” She remained calm. “Miss Claudia Steel provided a marriage certificate.” His stomach dropped. “We remember clearly,” she continued, “that about a week ago, this account was converted into a joint account.”

"How did you survive five years without your true love, Clara, while being married to another woman everyone now says bullied her?" The entire room fell silent. Even the officers around me stopped what they were doing and turned fully toward the television. Brandon didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stepped away from the podium and walked straight toward the reporter and showed him exactly why he was Brandon Langford. "She is the only woman I have ever called my wife, and she remains my wife." Wait.. what? I stared at the television in complete silence, caught off guard because those were the last words I had expected to hear from Brandon today.