Jonathan Lee Riches Married の小説・ストーリー

He may have said those words to someone else, but he wasn't trying to trick me. “No,” I say. “It's not true. That's not what's happening. You're wrong about him.” “You think so?” Christopher chuckles darkly. It's an unhappy, scoffing sound. “Just after you left him, Jonathan made reservations for a private jet to Las Vegas for two. He ordered the honeymoon suite at the Bellagio.” “So?” My voice cracks a little, but I don't want to believe it. I can't believe it. “And he set up an Elvis officiant. He wants you to marry him.”

From what he was saying, the man is dangerous. "You are saying that Stella got married to him and he is not a good man?" I asked. "Yes, and I would give you very good advice not to mess with Stella or Jonathan. Just let it go. I'll be ending the call. Have a nice day," he said and ended the call. I immediately took my laptop and began looking for Jonathan Group. When I searched the name, the face that popped up was the face of a popular billionaire everybody knows. I'm very sure he's richer than Andrew. As I scrolled, I saw a news headline: Jonathan's wife makes her first appearance. I paused when I saw it was Stella.

Dante deeply breathed, "Mr Richie and Miss Sharlynn... they have married, sir. Secretly. And without the knowledge or blessing of the family." Silence. Silence enveloped the line like Dante's words had created a deep chasm. Then, suddenly, Mr. Andriano's voice broke the silence with an unstoppable burst of anger ["Married? Richie married that woman without telling me? Without the family's blessing?"] Dante tried to keep his composure, though his heart was beating fast, "Yes, sir. I'm sorry I haven't told you since I learned about this. So, now you don't need to bring them closer because they are already bound even though it's only a contract marriage."

"The villa is highly guarded against penetration from outside and within." He nodded lightly after that, then left with the bodyguards. Immediately the door click shut, she started dailing away on her phone but a news headline popped up, interrupting her. It read: 'Shame of the Century: Lorenzo Richerman, the 72 years old owner of Richer Men Foundation, a multi International company, got stood up on his wedding day." She swiped the headline aside and continued dailing away on her phone. Lorenzo Richerman's wedding was none of her business. Her business right now was to give her parents a piece of her angry mind.

He knew the Scott sisters were caught up in a harsh battle to inherit the family fortune, but he had no idea it was such a bloodbath. "How can your parents even bring themselves to suggest something like that? The general public knows Mark Goodman's wife died after taking her own life six years ago, but everyone in our circle knows she only did it because she couldn't stand the domestic abuse anymore." He looked at Lara. She pursed her lips tightly. "We have an upcoming collaboration with them. Grace is already married, and Monica's engaged to Sean. I'm the only one left…"

Jonathan didn't expect April 15th to come so soon. April 15th was the date that the Hayes family and Victor's family had agreed on for Jonathan's marriage to Elena. A beautiful girl who could not make him forget the person he loved the most, Amelie Anderson. With a sour look on his face, the 25-year-old man looked at himself in the mirror of his room. He was wearing a black suit that had been specially bought for him on his wedding day. Jonathan wanted to rip off the suit that his mother had given him.

"The one my wife and I will be moving into after the wedding this evening?" James tossed a silver key ring across the room. I caught it effortlessly. "Are you even a little bit curious to see her?" James asked, shaking his head. "Your wife? Bro, you're actually getting married. D*mn. You're leaving me all alone in the single world." "It's five years," I replied coldly, sliding my silver Rolex onto my wrist. "She will be my wife just for show." Thirty minutes later, my cynicism faded into a blur of blinding camera flashes and low whispers.

He just smiled. “no my wife is absolutely perfect. We just had our first child and everything is wonderful at my house.” Jonathan said as he looked at her and knew that he was going to start playing word games with all of them. Ever she had thought that they were coming after him because they knew that jade was the patient in question and the fact that he had married her so quickly was one of those issues that he didn't forsey when he put in the paperwork for everything.

When he saw me, he said, “Do you want to get married? I’ll give you at least two hundred thousand dollars a month as allowance.” At an offer like that, rejecting him would have been outright rude. Right after we introduced ourselves, we got married in the afternoon. During the two years of our marriage, we only saw each other once. In the beginning, I was worried that this was an elaborate scam, but he did not disrupt my life in any way in the past two years, aside from making me rich. “Ms. Snow, if there isn’t any problem with the form, please sign it and pick up your husband.”

"I have a wonderful son. Handsome, successful, and very kind-hearted. I think you two would be perfect together. I could set up a date right away!" Leah was about to respond when she felt a familiar arm wrap around her waist. Richie had overheard the conversation and stepped in, pulling Leah close and kissing her forehead. "Hey, wife. Are you done shopping?".. Richard asked, trying to create an impression. Sarah’s eyes widened in surprise. "Wife? Are you married?" Richie smiled, his grip on Leah firm and affectionate. "Yes, ma'am. Leah is my wife, and we have two wonderful boys together. They’re over there with me now."