Jordan Poole Wife Novels & Stories

Her mum nodded and she collected the newspapers from her mother. “Mrs Jessica Denver, the daughter of billionaire Dominic Hart and wife of young billionaire Jordan Denver, missing after a tragic explosion at sea on the night of her wedding day.” As she kept reading, the memories came back to me, everything that had happened that night and how swift it happened. Fiona, the Baxters, all of it. I needed to get home. I’m sure Jordan must be losing his mind. Slowly, I tried to wake up, and they noticed my movements. “Careful, Miss,” the older woman yelled as she bolted towards me and helped me sit upright.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

"You are serious. Helena Graves is your wife." "Yes," Damian said. He did not say was. He did not say ex. He just let the word sit there the way it had landed and did not touch it. "Well." Gerald leaned back slightly. "Your wife is apparently someone people are going to be talking about. Jordan Park does not give interviews about actresses she has just found. She is not that kind of director." He looked at Damian with genuine curiosity. "Did you know she could do this." Damian looked at the table.

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.

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

Spencer was Jackson's son. I shared Layla's story with Jordan. There were no victors in this bloody tale. There was a pause before Jordan spoke again on the other end of the telephone. "And your ex-husband's wife was Freeda, the person who tortured the POWs, correct? How is he ever going to pick someone like her?" "Their marriage has nothing to do with me anymore. They'll face the military court and be judged by Hogan." I exhaled deeply after telling him the truth.

Leila felt beautiful and sexy and like a goddess all at the same time, but deep down, beneath the happiness she was feeling, she could not get Jordan out of her head. He was in her past and she thought she had forgotten him but now that she talked to him, it brought back plenty buried memories. Jordan was the love of her life back when she was still in Cali and she loved him with everything she had, they even decided to get married on her sixteenth birthday, she took her aunt to stand as her legal guardian because she was not yet a legal citizen. The first few months was really nice, she felt like she was in another world entirely but things started changing when she got pregnant and Jordan

I reassure him. Before Jordan can say anything else, my dad steps between us and pulls me behind him. “Alright, alright, that’s enough. What are you doing here, Jordan? Didn’t I tell you not to touch my daughter again?” Jordan tilts his head. “Your daughter happens to be my wife, Peter.” Dad scoffs. “You haven’t married her yet so there's still time to get her to change her mind.” “I’m about to marry her and there's nothing you can do about it,” Jordan shrugs.

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.

She scrolled and tapped some things before she handed them over to me. I took it from her and stared at the screen. My eyes widened immediately and my jaw dropped. "Trouble in paradise, as the wife of Famous man, Jordan Chase leaves mansion almost naked while claiming her husband has a mistress" was the headline of the blogger and a video of me and Jordan from last night was right there on the screen.