Jordan Poole Wife Novels & Stories

She simply secretly planned to make the manly set of clothes look nice on her. As Jordan pulled to a stop at a gasoline station two hours after, Vee started getting bored. She didn't want to leave her seat but she felt the need to stretch and move around a bit. The convenience store of the gasoline station had a stack of magazines on display and she decided to buy time by browsing through one which had Jordan's face on the cover. While she skipped the write-ups and just looked at the pictures, her eyes fell on Jordan's old photograph showing him as a champion in a mixed martial arts competition. Skimming through the article, she caught a line which said "it was a great disappointment to the

Jordan returned to his senses and mumbled, "I'm not a beggar. I'm here to see my wife—her name is Dawn Lowell. She works here. Do you know her? Can you head inside and ask her to come see me? That's all I ask." The guard saw plenty of people every day and didn't believe Jordan's story. He didn't know me, but even if he did, he wouldn't ask me to come out due to safety considerations. He said, "Get lost. Since you say she's your wife, just go ahead and call her. Why come all the way here and ask to see her?"

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.

EDEN Jordan's wife, Lena, sits on the edge of the sofa, her shoulders shaking as fresh tears roll down her cheeks. She's younger than I expected. Maybe early twenties. She has tired eyes and is wearing a simple black dress that looks like it was thrown on in a hurry. She clutches a crumpled tissue in a tight grip. I sit beside her, one arm around her shoulders, rubbing slow circles on her back the way I wish someone would do for me right now.

"Ma'am, I am so happy to see you; I don't even know what to say." "Calm down your anxiety, okay, now what about this lady with me? You know her as well, right?" "Yes, Miss Jordan, one of our partners." "At least you have a sharp brain to remember as a high school graduate." I felt humiliated and wanted to cry; I hold them back. "She is not just a partner, but Theo wife to be, you get that?" My heart stopped beating, and Jordan added, saying, "I don't want you to waste your time on him, his taken okay, so just quit working here before you bring his reputation down, sleeping worker."

Faces turned as Jordan entered, Grace at his side. Whispers followed them like echoes. Calder wasn’t present—but his influence was. A proxy sat at the far end of the table, hands folded, smile thin. “We’re concerned,” the man said smoothly, “about recent… activities.” Jordan met his gaze. “Concern implies ignorance. Let’s not pretend.” Grace felt eyes shift to her. “Who is she?” a board member asked. Jordan didn’t hesitate. “My wife. And a stakeholder.” The proxy’s smile faltered.

Sadness cloaked and slumped Jordan's shoulders and turned down the corners of his mouth, he swiveled his head in her direction offered her those one of a kind eyes before looking out again without saying a word. I stepped into the space beside him, "Are you doing okay?" i pressed the glass separating us from the outside world. "am fine" Jordan drew his dark brows into a quick frown "Laura, the woman you saw me with at the gala and at the house today morning, she is my ex wife" he turns to look at me now, "we were married for two years and had a daughter, Zuri," his eyes now turn dark and gloomy. "Zuri died last year, she had a brain tumor that was not pervasive, after she died Leila divorced

Jordan growled, his Alpha aura flaring up so hot the people in the front row actually recoiled. The woman didn't back down. She walked right into the center of the hall, tears streaming down her face. "Don't act like you don't know me. But if you want me to say it so everyone could hear, I'm your wife, Jordan! I’m the woman you abandoned three years ago!” “What?” Jordan looked like he was ready to commit murder. “How could you be out here getting married to another woman? What about me? What about our three young children? Are you just gonna let them starve while you play house with this... this rogue?"

Do you even know what it means for you to be with other men while you are under me? She smiles again. "Jordan, nobody knows we are married. You said you didn't want anyone to know and I respect that. Also, you told me before I agreed to marry you that I can start dating again after my baby is born. I have my own life to live too. You keep bringing different women home and I have never for once complained. Just yesterday that I decided to let you know how bad all that you are doing to me is, you insulted me and made me look like a riff-raff in the presence of your whore "

The other party sent another text message indifferently. Irene was furious. "Explain yourself or I'll sue you for slander!” "I'm so scared! Miss Nelson, are you really unaware, or are you playing dumb? I really don't believe that you don't know about Jordan's situation." "What about Jordan?" asked Irene. "He has a fiancee!" "Nonsense!" Irene was extremely shocked. "Nonsense? Why would I even joke about this? You know who Jordan's fiancee is in fact. Her name is Joanne White! The White family and the Reed family are a match to each other. They have already decided on this marriage for a long time.”