Novel & Cerita Kendrick Sampson Wife

Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade? 'It's been months since Mrs. West is seen by the media. She might be around seven months pregnant but still rocking those purple pumps and black maternity dress. It's quite a mystery that she's trying to hide her obvious baby bump when she's spotted by our camera. Not only the bump proves she's pregnant, what with the baby clothes and supplies on her hand together with Ms. West. It was almost a ridiculous sight. A billionaire's wife rushing our of a baby shop!' The female reporter pathetically laughed at my wife that I have this sudden urge to go inside the television j

Taking one of the pictures on Sarah’s desk when she wasn’t looking, she ransacked her bag for her phone, and opened her phone gallery to support her ‘allegations’. Sarah turned the monitor screen toward her before she could present her evidence, and she saw the no results page for the search of Mrs. McKenna, Kelvin’s wife. Of course there weren’t any. To the world, he was still a rich bachelor. “There’s no information on his wife.” “And that’s because we are private about our marriage,” Leila countered. She pushed the phone closer to Sarah, with the screen open to some pictures of them. “Here. That’s us at home.”

Kiara didn’t know that her best friend still remembered it. The onlookers began whispering immediately, especially the socialite ladies nearby. “Isn’t that Sophia? Killian Reids’ wife?” “You mean the mistress who snatched her stepsister’s husband? Yeah. Rumor has it that she now lives in the Reids’ mansion.” “Oh really? Why? Doesn’t Killian live in the Villa? Did they move to the mansion? Since she’s pregnant, the family must insist on taking good care of her. I heard Samantha Reid dotes on her.”

Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

Tears poured down my face, this was some kind of weird dream. My chest tightened. It couldn’t be the same Tonia I knew. No. It couldn’t be her. I would bet everything I had—it just couldn’t be. But my fingers kept scrolling. The image was right there. And each image felt like a dagger. “My man and I.” “Saying yes to you is everything.” “A day with my husband.” Then came the one that knocked the breath out of me: Tonia Marcus wed Alexander Grey. Hell no. It had to be a coincidence. Just someone with the same name. It couldn’t be them.

"My marriage is none of your business. Jesse, why are you walking with her?" I motioned for Margaret to come with me and prepared to leave. "She helped me, and we're going to eat. As for you, my dear ex-wife, it would be better if you didn't come." Sinead froze at that title. Right then, her phone rang urgently. She picked it up and saw that it was Zachary. In that brief moment, Margaret and I had already gotten into the car and left. Sinead could not catch up even if she wanted to.