Jordan Knight's Wife Novels & Stories

Just as I was about to twist the door knob, I heard her voice. “Wait," she whispered calmly. I turned around and looked at her. "...you're Killian’s wife... aren't you?" she asked raising her head to meet my gaze. I clenched my jaw as burning in my throat returned. My chest tightened with awful reality as I nodded. “…I am…." She smiled deliberately. "And you are?" I asked curiously. She opened her mouth and then closed it. She seemed hesitant for a second before she answered. “I... a….” she whispered as age stared at the window. “I knew his mother..." she looked at me. "My name is Rachel.”

Janet said and a frown formed on Jordan’s face. “Why is she here?” Edwin asked. “She came with her friends, I offered her to join but she refused,” Janet said while Edwin helped her sit. “Didn’t you tell your sister this place is yours?” Janet asked and Edwin frowned. “No, No one knows about it except Jordan,” Edwin said. “And that’s also because I am his partner,” Jordan said and Janet didn’t understand. “Why?” She asked. “Your husband is very secretive. Didn’t you realize it yet?” Jordan said and Edwin glared at him.

He inquired as he rose to his feet, walking to the other side of the room to retrieve the clipper before handing it to Jordan, who thankfully collected it from him. Jordan hesitated, unsure of how to answer that question. "It's all so complicated... But she's mine." He answered firmly. "Yours?" Monti furrowed his brows. Jordan nodded resolutely, "Yeah, she's mine." He added, his eyes gleaming with seriousness. "My wife." A look of realization crossed Monti's face and he playfully raised his hands in surrender before recoiling away, leaving Jordan to himself.

"Do you know what you're doing, Whitney? Why are you clinging to another man in bright daylight?" "Another man?" The look on Lucas' face changed as he reached out to pull Whitney back into his arms. "Are you talking about me, Mr. Jordan? Have you forgotten that you and Whitney are divorced, and she's now my wife? It's normal for a wife to hold onto her husband's arm." Henry looked at him annoyingly. "Shut up! Can't you see that I'm speaking to Whitney? You have no right to speak here!" His assistant tugged the corner of his shirt. "Mr. Jordan, that's Mr. Grant. We can't afford to offend him."

I murmured. Kendra was stunned, the look of disapproval frozen on her face. “What did you say?” I smiled to myself. Pulling out the chat logs I had saved from Jordan’s computer last night, I showed them to Kendra. “Jordan got married. “It happened yesterday in Slandsdeca. “He married Molly Powell, his ex.” Kendra had no words. Her eyes turned bloodshot. “Just yesterday, I recalled you were rehearsing with the lighting crew until midnight. You even texted me in the middle of it, asking me to go to the pharmacy to get you some painkillers because your stomach hurt.

I managed, returning the hug. She stepped back, still smiling. “One of my daughters has been ill. I’ve barely left her side.” Her expression softened with a mother’s worry. “But I’ve wanted to meet you properly.” Layla made the introduction. “Ma’am, this is Debbie…Beta Jordan’s wife.” So this was her. “I’ve heard a lot about you,” Debbie continued, her tone earnest. “And not just rumors. Jordan speaks highly of you.” That surprised me even more.

I swiped my private card and headed upstairs. My head was buzzing. I just needed Talia in front of me, telling the truth. "Talia, get out here!" I kicked the door open. Nothing. Just silence. Danny rushed up, baby in his arms, and grabbed me. "Jerome, Talia's still in a meeting. Can we talk after she's done?" I shook him off. "Talk about what? How you've been sleeping with my wife behind my back—and had two kids with her?" A sleepy little boy wandered out and ran straight to him, all clingy.

I arch my eyebrow and glare at her, daring her to lie to me. “That was a news reporter, Jordan. From Sky News. He called because he wants to help clean up your mess.” She retorted, rolling her eyes. “Don’t sass me, woman. Show me the number.” I fired calmly but with a hint of annoyance. “Yeah, right! The Almighty Jordan is back. Why not channel this same energy to your rivals and to those who have been saying shit about you and our marriage!” She yelled at me while poking her pinkie finger in my chest.

Unwanted for twenty-two years Married and ignored for two years Switched at birth with her father's mistress's daughter, after her death, Aria was brought back to her real parents, only to become an unwanted adopted daughter in her own home. Maltreated and yearned to be loved, she endured in silence. When her family forces her into a business marriage, she accidentally finds out the truth about her identity; she escapes and falls into the hands of Dave Liam, a cold businessman who has stopped believing in love and the man she has secretly loved since college. Their contract marriage gives Aria a way out. Being his wife feels like a dream she is afraid to touch, but their marriage remains

Doctor William informed her, and left for a minute before returning to the room after clearing the commotion. “It seems like your family is here to see you.” Just when he finished his sentence, the door was opened again and two individuals sauntered in. Their eyes were filled with tears. “Eliana.” One of them called. It was a carbon copy of the woman on the bed, but an older version. The woman was Eliana’s mother. She looked heartbroken to see her precious daughter after years in the hospital. Doctor Williams excused himself to give them privacy. “Where’s your husband?” Eliana’s father asked harshly. He was angry to see his daughter in the hospital with bandages around her head and legs. Not