Jonathan Brandis Wife Novels & Stories

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

"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 wife came out of the kitchen and looked at Jonathan in surprise. "Good morning, Mom," Jonathan greeted his mother nervously, and Lady Valerie looked at him and asked, "What brings you home, Jonathan? Don't tell me that you already got yourself into trouble or your new woman has defrauded you. I told you that I don't like that lady that I saw in your house the last time." "Mom, she is my wife-to-be, and I really want to marry her," Jonathan said, and his mother rolled her eyes and looked away, while Margret, Jonathan's younger sister, came out of the kitchen.

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.

“Come on in.” She stepped into his house. In the living room were two other couples. “Let me introduce you to everyone.” Jon said. “This is Brady and Joanne.” Brady looked to be the same age as Jon. He was bald and a little skinny. Joanne was a few years younger, maybe early 30s, with red hair, big tits and a leash around her neck. She was completely naked except for her knee high boots. “And this is Mike and Destiny.”

A play. “Host a gala…” The idea lingered in his mind long after she had gone. Everyday with Luna has a different sense of tension but then he has better things to do at the moment so he left for Nathan to drive them to the company. Noon – Knights & Hayes Corp. George stared at the wall of monitors in his conference room as headlines flickered across them. “Secret Wife Emerges: Who is the Real Mrs. Hayes?” “Emily Ford’s Shocking Revelation: A Second Wife or Strategic Mistress?”

On the fourth day, I woke up to another post. This time, it was a full wedding portrait, Sofia curled into Luca’s chest, smiling like she’d won the world. I stared at the wedding photo for a long time, and then my phone received an encrypted message. How’s it feel seeing the wedding license? You’d look pretty in this dress, too. Shame the other woman always stays the other woman. I didn't reply, because I knew it was Sofia’s blatant provocation. But she was right, I was just a third party.

She could now wear beautiful clothes without worrying much about the cost. A fleeting memory of working four jobs just six months ago made her grateful to whoever was watching over her from above. She no longer needed to worry about her sons lacking food or clothing. "Good afternoon, ma'am," Eds greeted, extending her hand for a handshake. "Good afternoon," the woman replied with a smile, her gaze subtly assessing Eds as they shook hands. "I’m Brianna Vanderbilt, a close acquaintance of your husband, Sinjin Santillan." Eds blinked in surprise. Her marriage to Sinjin had been kept private, so no one knew they were married. People only speculated about their engagement due to the photos Sinjin

"Of course she does. A young, beautiful, and charming woman like her wouldn’t be single." "Enough!" Daniel shouted. "Enough what? Don’t tell me it bothers you that your ex-wife is in a relationship with someone else?" "That’s not true!" Jonathan was on the verge of tears. "You’re overstepping, Beverly. You’d better shut up..." "Overstepping what, Susan?" "No, you don’t have the right... Stop making a scene. You’re upsetting Jonathan. Whatever you need to talk about with Daniel, do it somewhere they can’t hear you."

I didn't want the innocent little one caught up in this drama. Josephine immediately ushered her son off to bed. The boy listened quietly, obedient as she tucked him in. "Go to sleep now, and tomorrow, I'll take you to eat something nice, okay?" I said softly, ruffling the boy's hair gently, offering what comfort I could. Josephine sat down on the couch, visibly worn, and began to explain. "My husband's name is Finn Parker. We met through a blind date." "Wait—did you say his name is Finn Parker?" I interrupted, my voice rising.