روايات وقصص ضمن Jordan Knight Wife

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.

He turned and started walking again. She remained where she was… and so did I, measuring her from head to toe. In a reflex, I saw her hands curl into fists, the air around us turning heavy. “Thank you,” I said, trying to remain polite. “I would do anything for my fiancé,” she replied under her breath, her tone laced with venom. Now everything made sense. Jordan was no longer single… and it was clear his future wife hadn’t taken kindly to learning through the media that he had a child. I could understand her hostility. In her place, I would have felt just as deceived.

It was evident that wasn't keen on discussing the topic. "Are you in love with Ms. Everhart, Jordan? If you do, it's not as if you can't court her. I can talk to Dad about it. He won't say no. Ms. Everhart was Lucian's ex-spouse. She's not truly a Northwood." He looked at Jordan and lowered his voice, "But, she's pregnant with Lucian's child. As long as that child exists, there's no way for her to draw a line with the Northwood family. Why don't we …"

Maxwell sneered and responded disdainfully, "Even if you stay, you're still not a threat to me. As for my wife, do you think you're worthy of calling her by her name?" Jordan's expression changed slightly. But he was in no position to fight for himself. Indeed, Jennifer was Maxwell's wife. So, what right did Jordan have to speak up for her? Jordan sighed and looked at Jennifer intently. "I'm leaving now. I hope you'll be happy." Jennifer remained silent as she watched his retreating figure. After Jordan left, Maxwell coldly remarked, "He's almost out of sight, but you're still looking, huh?" Jennifer turned around to stare at the handsome yet icy face before her. Right then, waves of disappo

The man asked, raising his head to look at her. "What does it have to do with the fact you're still looking after your ex-wife?" She probed further, her expression becoming uglier. "That's not it. Check Twitter and see what is going on." The man sighed and lowered his head. He clicked on the comment section of the two pictures. [Wait, Queenie Knight, the barren ex-wife of Velon Aspen is the biological daughter of Jacob Knight!] [I bet her ex had no idea of her identity because if he did, he'd never have divorced her because of such a trivial thing as the inability to birth a child. A surrogacy would've done the trick.]

“No, you’re wrong. If I told you that both you and Josephine aren’t Jack’s biological children, would you still think Jack would be willing to sacrifice his own son for his adopted one?” Jay looked at him in surprise. “What did you say?” Jordan replied, “Your stepmother… She’s infertile. You have to be careful of Jack.” “Why are you telling me all this?”Jay asked. Jordan turned around and replied in a hoarse voice, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, Jay.” “Jordan!” Jay shouted. Jordan trembled and slowly turned around. “Why are you treating me so well all of a sudden?” Jordan was startled. Not only was Jay good at reading other people’s characters, but his senses were also scarily top notch

For so many years, this man had changed from humble to prominent. During this period, he had been down, but the only thing that remained unchanged was his love for her. At first, it was a pity that he didn't have a child. However, now they were older parents, so this family could be considered complete. The man was Jordan Grand, who was well-known in Mediterrania. "A husband? When did it happen? My daughter is so young, and who dare to hit on her?" It was better not to tell a man about this kind of thing. It was because they would have the same response.

But he was stunned that his wife really threw a knife at him. "Get this lunatic woman out of here now!" Elizabeth yelled when she saw no one help Jordan. Nevena was like a possessed person…she only let Jordan when she saw that he was not struggling anymore. With a satisfied smile on her lips, she stood up, only to weep when she saw Kamala's slightly hurt arm. "Take care of your wife dude" Austin said, and made his way to the bedroom. They left Elizabeth with Jordan who was still laying there.

"Girl, don't feel left out, we can do it again and you can come along, and there is the wedding too, our moms want a big wedding and Liam was able to strike a deal with them and it turned out fine," "I can't wait," She responded excitedly. "Yeah me too, but first we have to do the major stuff and that's only a couple of days away," He revealed and she sobered up. "You are okay right?" She asked. Her voice was laced with concern. "Yes, I am good, I just have to pray everything goes well and we can have this behind us," "Me too Jordan, me too, I am at my parents right now because that werey husband of mind is in California,"

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.”