Novel & Cerita Kiana Farmer Wants A Wife

5 billion dollars. Common, how was she going to think twice before doing that? Jayda had decided to be alone, mostly because she didn't find any man. Not like there weren't tons of men that were dying to have her as theirs, she just wasn't taking a step or even ready for that even though she was already 30 years old. Freya Winter, Jayda's best friend, had advised her to go on with the marriage after Fred proposed the deal to her. Plus, Jayda knew that there was no one else to help Samantha Black, her sick mother, with her treatment as well as drugs, foods and things she needed to stay healthy.

Lana said, seizing the opportunity to back Jared up. "No." Nolan refused right off the bat, his ice cream no longer being the core of his attention as the topic of conversation had piqued his interest. Jared looked at Nicole and shrugged, "It's all up to my wife." 'Of course, I'm eager to wed her, but right now, her memory has not been fully restored. There are still several things yet to be answered and solved. I must uncover the identities of those who had injured her before and find them. Even Nolan and Lana's identities are to be kept a secret right now. Wedding? I guess I'll just have to wait.'

Zian’s words made them chuckle. “So I hope you all will come,” he invited all of them, including their family and friends. “Yes, we will go. I want to meet Mrs Kaya Karlson. I have heard a lot about her in the news but had barely seen her in the media,” Cressa uttered, excited. Zian chortled at her words. “It’s because my wife prefers to stay out of the limelight and live a normally simple life, just like her own self,” they all heard Zian uttering and his alluring love for his wife was gleaming in his eyes which widened everyone’s smiles.

"Ares, this is Miaree. My best friend from high school. You’ve spoken to her briefly on the phone." "Nice to meet you," I said. I let my arms drop from Kia's waist, straightening my shoulders as my professional demeanor clicked into place. My voice dropped into the cold, even register I used in the Vueravista boardroom. "I am Kianna’s husband, Ares France Vuertalejo." Kia immediately reached up, her fingers pinching my cheek with a sharp tug. "Stop doing that! You’re going to terrify her if you look that serious."

, he complained feeling impatient. "Then who the hell asked you to build such a big mansion.. oh wait a villa. Couldn't you make it a bit smaller? I myself got lost today while searching for you", she retorted and he zipped his mouth knowing it was his fault only. Karan made it after Dia came into his life not knowing she would be his wife and life, as he made it thinking for him and her wife only, where he would be staying with his dozens of kids and the people working for him. He hardly came here, the moment he started gathering feelings for her and vowed to come and stay here with her only.

Flashback off Kania sighed again, so many memories with Farhan that sometimes she forgets that her husband is not Farhan. She had never lived with Farhan as more than a friend, but lately those memories had popped up in her mind more than the domestic life she had ever had, memories with her ex-husband didn't even appear that much.

Kian After a much-needed vacation, Gia and I returned to Forest Hills to pick up the keys to our love nest. It wasn’t spectacular to look at. Sure, we owned plenty of land, but the barn was a dilapidated wreck. We had to see past all the shit and debris and visualize how we wanted it to look. Gia had her own ideas, and they conflicted with mine. She wanted whitewashed walls, floaty, see-through drapes, polished floors, and decorative crap that served no purpose other than to look pretty. She made a fucking mood board and showed every female at the Clubhouse, recruiting an army of minions to peck my head and drive me insane. I spent every morning, noon, and night at the barn alongside my brot

They turned me into a slave, I didn't know I was pregnant and when I ran away, met you and Eva, you were the best person I have ever met in my life, Kjiani. "Why are you telling me this, I know almost all your life stories, do you have to tell me.' He was quite strict. "Yes, I have to, I am your wife with kids that are not your own.' "You think I don't know that, thank you so much for reminding me.' "That's not what I meant.' "Then, what do you mean? That I should stay away from you.' "No, aren't you ashamed of me, your wife…" "If I were fucking ashamed of you, I would not stay with you for ten years, get married to you, stand here and continue this conversations.'

I shrug, “They have me as Elanor Davidson, but I am sure it will eventually get out that I’m Max’s wife. I just don’t want people to look at me and question why Max married me.” Kendra nods in understanding, “I don’t believe he submitted your application without knowing you’re capable. Max might gamble, but not when it comes to his business.” Fidgeting with the dress, I ask, “What if I’m not? What if I’ve been a fraud this entire time? What if, when I shift my attention to how I look, I lose my ability to work? What if no one takes me seriously? Or if they discover I’m Max’s wife and tiptoe around me?”

I found out that Jane was truly married, but her husband’s name wasn't revealed, and I strongly believe that her husband was Kieran because no one talked about him. I know that once you or your family are not among the high social cycle. The media wouldn't bother about mentioning your name on any broadcast. No one in the city would recognise you as a human. Kieran was just a biker; no one cared about him. So his wife had never posted him on her social media handle. I felt sad for him. But still wasn't enough for me to stay with him. He is married, so I don't want to be dragged. I don't want to ruin my reputation or that of my family because of love. Besides, I still love Jax.