Jordan Knight's Wife Novels & Stories

« Putain… » cria-t-elle en s’agrippant à lui, perdant peu à peu pied face à celui qu’elle n’aurait jamais dû approcher. Mais comment résister à l’héritier Santiago, celui qui obtient toujours ce qu’il veut, sans jamais hésiter ? « Xandeeeer… » « Dis mon nom ! » « Xandeeeer ! » « Mon nom complet », murmura-t-il. « Alexander West Santiago ! » Et à partir de ce jour, elle devint sa plus grande faiblesse. Jordan Monroe est la première fille, longtemps cachée, de Rowan Monroe. Toute sa vie, elle a vécu dans l’ombre du nom puissant de son père, traitée comme une étrangère au sein de sa propre famille. Tout bascule lorsqu’elle intègre la prestigieuse Lakeside Elite Academy,

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

Shiandra said. "He's a good son," Jordan replied, laughing. Shiandra noticed that Jordan wasn't wearing a wedding ring. "Why aren't you married?" she asked. Jordan hesitated before answering. "I used to be married, but my wife passed away a long time ago from ovarian cancer." "I'm so sorry," Shiandra said sympathetically. "It's okay. I've learned to accept it," Jordan said. "And you? Why aren't you married?" Jordan asked, trying to change the subject.

I hated the way I could still feel how he had pushed me up against the icy shed at that park, forcing his lips onto my skin, and- “What do you need?” I let the words free themselves from my constricting throat. “Knocked up?” Jackson mocked, ignoring my question entirely, and met my eyes as he spoke the next line. “You really have been a whore,” Before I could growl or even prove him wrong, somehow justify myself, Arrow interrupted us. “Knight Luna has business elsewhere,” Arrow lied through his teeth so easily that even I double questioned myself and the ‘task’ that I was supposed to have… Where did he learn to lie so easily?

“Didn’t know you were engaged.” “I’m not!” Jordan snapped, anger flaring hot and fast. “I never asked her to marry me. I can’t believe she did this—she just erased my kid like she doesn’t exist.” The door opened, and Mike stepped into the room, his jaw tight, phone already in his hand. “Jordan, your mom let me in. We need to talk. Now.” Jake raised his hands. “I’m gonna give you space.” He paused at the door, looking back at his brother. “But Jordan—try to see this from Laila’s point of view. Even if it pisses you off. Especially if it pisses you off.”

But nothing happens, because shock has wrapped itself around my throat and squeezed until even my anger feels trapped. Adrian looks down at me, calm as sin, his smile slow enough to make my fingers itch. “Miss me, wife?” The word hits me in a place I have spent three months trying to bury. Wife. The car park starts turning toward us, one face after another, and I feel the moment change before the whispers even begin. People are not just looking anymore; they are collecting pieces of me, ready to turn my name into the next dirty story on campus. Daniel steps forward, his voice already dangerous. “What the hell did you just call her?”

"Hazel, do you even know what you're doing? So long as I'm here, don't even think about it!" Landon tried to pull me away, but Jordan grabbed me. "She is my wife. You don't have any right to control her! Even if she can't see, I'll take care of her for the rest of her life!" Landon scoffed. "Hm, the rest of her life? Do you know she's—" "Landon!" I stared at him, hoping he'd let me preserve one last bit of dignity. His face tensed, and he swallowed the words he nearly spoke. "If you don't want me to say it, then don't proceed with the donation."

Just Andrea. Not the wife. Not the architect. Not the woman who always smiled. Just the woman who waited. And was slowly growing tired of waiting.

“You just didn’t give enough of a damn to protect me. You helped him cover it up.” “You wait just a minute,” he said, his eyes stormy with emotion. “I couldn’t bring myself to tell you, Karli. Lord knows I wanted to. But I knew it would crush you to find out.” “It has,” she managed, tears streaming. “But right now, what hurts even more is that you let me stay in the dark, Jordan. You knew my marriage had turned into a joke. A lie. And you said nothing.” She turned and began to walk away.

“I’d been dying to meet you! I’m Selene, Jordan’s wife.” “Hi! It’s so nice to meet you.” So this was the woman Jordan and Erick had spoken so fondly of. She sure was lively. “Ladies,” Queen Kenna said, drawing everyone’s attention, “we should start the ceremony now. We have lots to tell her.” A chorus of yeses sounded from all around me, and I was yet again ushered inside and down a long hallway lined with several hand-drawn portraits.