Novel & Cerita Jordan Knight Wife

Lowering her voice, Hilda asked, "Mom, do you know someone called Ella Jordan? I heard she is Linux' cousin." "I don't think so." Connie replied. "What's up? Did she mess with you? No worries, just deal with her as you see fit. I have your back if anything happens." With that, Hilda hung up and made another call to Linux. "Ella Jordan? She claims that she's a successor to the royal family? Ha! Her grandmother was indeed from the Jordan Family but she got married and moved to Taadi several decades ago. She doesn't even have the right to adopt the last name of the Jordans, Freeman is her last name. As for her title of successor to the royal family..."

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."

She gasped when she realised her legs were in the air and one hand was hanging on my shoulder while the other was fisting my sky blue faded shirt. "Get me down.. what are you doing? Someone will see us like this", she said, panicking as if I am not her husband but her secret boyfriend. "Baby.. I am your husband. Remember we just got married two months ago and our official honeymoon was still left. Then how can you forget such a heartthrob handsome boy?", I say and she looks at me with a flushed face and gazes down. 'Don't forget she has a bigger following than you, Karan. And just to remind you, the way you were looking and acting a minute ago was like a hungry wolf getting ready to eat his

I played my role flawlessly. But my mind circled only one thing. Selene. She stood just apart from the discussion, close enough to belong, distant enough to remain untouched by the business itself. She wasn’t trying to draw attention. That was what made it impossible not to look. Her stillness was intentional. Her composure effortless. Dangerous. Untouchable. Forbidden. I told myself I was imagining it. That this was nothing more than proximity, fatigue, a lapse in discipline. Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts.

Judging by Josephineea's data, Rita has traveled half the world, but it is not written how she manages to finance her expensive hobby. Candidate number 3, Karen ... This time he didn't even bother to look for her last name, knowing that it certainly wasn't listed. Karen should work as a model. Her beautiful blue eyes and Nordic light hair would drive air out of every man's lungs. She is not a student and has no loans. She is the manager of a nursing home, and in her free time, she gives piano lessons to girls and boys in the children's club.

Wendy’s grandmother said. Natalia let the woman in, only because wasting time to argue would make her lose time and Delilah had to be with someone quickly. She also knew that the woman would not go if she was asked to. That was now stubborn she was. “I am sorry. I knew about my grand daughter and your husband— I mean, ex-husband—” Natalia shook her head and gave a small smile. “Late ex-husband.” The older woman’s eyes widened. “What? How? What happened to him?”

I forced a smile on my face wanting to look like a polite and respectful wife to Jarrod's friend, “Sir, I really hate to bother you but you're Cameron Petals, my husband, Jarrod Smith best friend right?” His eyes settled on the ground and he let out a sigh, “No” The smile on my face disappeared and I quickly put a leg inside his house when I noticed he was about to close the door. “Sir, I know you're my husband's best friend. I.. don't know why you're denying it though but you must've heard Jarrod Smith talk about me, I'm his wife Bella and recently something really big happened and he wants to divorce-” “-Leave” he interupted giving me a stern look.

he replied dryly. “I know,” I snapped. “But I’m a very desperate woman right now. What do you have?” He paused. “Well… the lady in question—Akayda Jordan—has a clean record.” My grip tightened. “Go on.” “She’s an orphan. Lost both parents at eighteen. Best graduating student in her set. No criminal history. No debts. Currently works at Knight Enterprises as Damian Knight’s secretary.” “That’s it?” I demanded. “No loans? No scandals?”

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

Sunny winks at Nina and smiles at the lady, "This is my best friend, Nina Morrison. She is single now. If you have the right one, please help introduce him to her!" The lady's eyes brighten, "Really? How old are you? My younger brother just broke up with his girlfriend and wants to find the right girlfriend!" A sneer comes from behind, "Mrs. Jones, Miss Morrison and your younger brother may not be a good match!" Everyone turns around. Jasmine is wearing a white floor-length skirt. Her hair is in a bun and towering, with a camellia as big as the mouth of a bowl on it. She is standing behind them with a smile.