Jordan Knight Wife Novels & Stories

Professor Miller looked at Sheila in disbelief, listening to the venom she was spewing, and couldn't help but wonder if Sheila was truly Ruby's mother. He thought maybe he was imagining things, but he couldn't shake off how similar the two women in front of him looked. Just as Ruby walked out through the school gates, her phone buzzed. It was Miles Jordan. Boss. I got it. He announced. I figured out why Owen Knight is telling everyone he's married, but acting like he doesn't know who you are. I'm listening. Ruby replied flatly. Okay, so the Knights look like the perfect dynasty on the outside, right?

Bonnie slowly handed the phone to me and I saw a very cute picture of Jonathan and I on our wedding day, at the altar and when we had our first dance. With the headline, Jonathan Knight and Iris Fletcher, of the two most powerful families in the world, according to trusted reports, have been married for over three months and are said to have kids as well. “Tell me they didn't reveal my children's identity.” I spoke out loud scrolling through the phone but everyone remained silent and I kissed my teeth in irritation seeing a picture of the twins, Jonathan and I at the most random place ever. Did Jason Star Fletcher win the kid's competition based on his abilities or because his father is Jona

It was also good to be updated all the time about everything. Jordan was shocked at what he saw on the news, Belle Hashim, his ex wife was accusing him of killing their daughter, this was the height of it, he knew he had a temper he was always trying to control but this time, he wasn't going to let this slide like that, she wasn't going to get away with this, he wasn't going to allow her think that she can make accusations that was baseless and he was going to let it slide, he was tired of her and he wished she would accord him the respect he deserve but she had gone far with this accusations.

Nothing else did bother Jordan at the moment but that little shining stone of promise banding her finger proving that the woman belonged to someone. Now... Getting on that topic, it could be hard. It could be hard to get her to agree with him easily to be his mother's donor. There would be valid chances of her partner not allowing her to be one. He would not let her be the donor and risk her own life to save someone who is nothing but a mere stranger to her. Certainly Jordan did remember Hattiea standing with a man back in the auditorium before following her to the restroom. The man back there, had his arm wrapped around her waist earlier. Was he her fiancé?' Jordan thought hard for a moment

Or leave them alone. The response came quicker than he expected. AA: Why now? Why not eight years ago? Jordan swallowed hard. JH: I just found all the letters she sent. I didn’t know she kept the baby. Or that she wanted me in their life. But if she’s married, I’ll back off. A pause. A long one. AA: She’s gonna kill me. AA: She was engaged but broke it off last year. They’re coming home for Christmas. That’s all I’m saying. We’re having a mini-reunion on Saturday. Be there. But you didn’t hear it from me.

"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."

Now they can be my wedding gift to you and Giselle. [Ten years ago, I was so lucky to meet both of you. For the rest of your lives, please forget about me and start your new chapter together. [Forever loving you both, Jane.] Tears spilled from Jordan's eyes, soaking into the velvet. He collapsed over the table, weeping like a broken child. The servants watched from the corridor in stunned silence. The cold, ruthless billionaire hadn't shed a single tear at his mother's funeral. Yet here he was, completely shattered, because his slow, gentle wife had left his life.

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?”

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.

Tammy says. “Man won’t know what hit him,” I assure her. She thinks I’m joking and laughs delightfully. Aiden lets out a shout and greets Killian before pulling Killian’s wife in for a huge hug. “I don’t know why you stay with a loser like him when you could have me,” he teases her. “Because she knows it was a fluke,” Killian replies. “Here, you can meet the fluke.” Aiden turns to me. “This is Jordan. No being rude to her for kicking your ass.” Everyone laughs. “Jordan this is Killian and his wife, Rebecca.”