Kristen Stewart Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Rita came up beside him. “It’s finally over,” she whispered. “For now,” he said. “But I’ll never stop protecting you. Any of you.” She kissed his cheek. “You’ve already done more than enough.” He held her hand tightly. The wedding could wait one more day. Tonight, they had peace. News of Sophie’s arrest spread like wildfire. It dominated headlines, trended on social media, and sparked outrage on talk shows and in high society circles alike. "SOCIALITE ARRESTED IN KIDNAPPING ATTEMPT AHEAD OF BILLIONAIRE HEIR’S WEDDING!"

My chest tightened, and I realized the war inside me wasn’t just desire — it was treason. Across the room, Evelyn Drake observed quietly, polite, distant. Even the extras — the silent security, the murmuring assistants, the gossipy socialites — were tools in a game I hadn’t intended to play tonight. And yet, it was happening. I was being consumed by something I had never surrendered to, something that could unravel everything. I reminded myself: She was Edward’s. His wife. His world. A forbidden line I could never cross. And still, the thought of her kept me awake, restless, calculating how I could be near her without being caught, without revealing the obsession I already felt deep in my ch

Natalia moves aside and leads him in, while Noah sits and frowns. “My friend here is a punctuality freak. He hates if when someone is a minute late, and that’s is obvious from his facial expression.” He says to Natalia with a small laugh. Then he turns to Noah. “I am sorry, really. There was a collision on the way and then I had to turn, and use another route. Stressful indeed.” Stephan says, earning a grunt from Noah. “How are things, Stephan?” Noah asks. “What about your wife?” “Oh everything is great. My wife just found out that we are going to have a baby soon, so she’s alright. We are elated, actually. She’s with her mother at the moment.

"No, you can talk to the both of us." Rooster grimaced. This was the part of the job he hated. The part where he had to do notification, even if the person he was notifying probably wouldn't give a shit what he had to say. He watched as Christine walked over towards the door, pulling the shirt that she wore down past her thighs. "I'm sorry to have to do this, but it has to be by the book." She nodded. "You are Christine Herrington, the wife of Clinton Herrington?" "I am," she nodded. "But I go by Christine Stone now."

"Oh, you’re smarter than you look. My main goal was to burn those hands of yours... those hands that dared to wear my ring." Kristen’s eyes flared with anger. "Are you scared I might expose the truth? That it was me on the altar and not you?" Lena’s expression darkened. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "You wouldn’t even live to see that day. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll drive you out of this house before you get the chance." Kristen stood her ground. "Who has the right to throw who out of this house? I’m the real wife of Max Ethan Anderson, and I’ll expose you for the fraud you are before I leave, you spoiled brat!"

he paused, scanning Christian’s expression, “the moment I landed, I heard so many things. Saw your name in headlines, hospital whispers, and… chaos. What in the world happened?” Christian let out a soft sigh, his eyes dimming. “Too much to explain.” Peterson studied him quietly. “Is everything under control now?” Christian gave a short nod. “Sort of.” There was a beat of silence before Dr. Peterson added, “How’s your wife? Crystal, right? I haven’t seen her in a long time.” That question hit like a silent grenade. Christian’s face tensed subtly, just a flicker in the eyes, a twitch in the jaw. “We’re… not together anymore.”

"You heard him folks! Have you ever had a wedding crashed? I'm Linda Stewart and I'm outside the venue where billionaire and heir Kenny Greenland got married today. A beautiful day for the happy couple, or at least, it should have been. Witnesses have informed me that an unknown female burst through the church doors and claimed to be the groom's mistress! And she's pregnant! We have yet to find out if these rumors are true, but for now, we'll be playing a video one of the witnesses managed to film right when the accident took place." As the video played, my thoughts from before I went to sleep reappeared. Did what she said have some truth to it? To be honest, I'm afraid I'll just be shut dow

“After the rock-star vocalist Phillis Stevens’ hospitalization, twenty-three-year-old son, Kristoff, has temporarily taken over Stevens Media in Los Angeles. He was spotted with his girlfriend, Candice McQueen, the rising pop idol, at the press conference last night...” A picture of Kristoff and Lora’s sister looking like the perfect celebrity couple appears on the TV screen. Candice’s hand is intertwined with Kristoff’s arm. “You shouldn’t watch the news. How long has it been since? He’s been gone for two weeks now with no phone calls or texts. Anya, forget about him.”

His camera hung on his chest as he began to video, and some other reporters too brought out their cameras as they began to record. Christine stood in front of all the cameras as she began to speak. “Good day, everyone,” she said. “Well, today I’m here to share with you the secret of the Ken family. With me are my crew, and we have Mr. Ken, his wife Mia Ken, and their daughter Alora Ken. And then we also have—” Pausing for a moment, she turned and stared at the figure holding Mia. Walking towards him, she saw his face. “Oh my God. Mr. Stanley Richardson. I’m guessing you must be the billionaire who Mrs. Alora slept with. Men like you disgust me,” she said.

They basically owned the company. Kristen was still working that day when her mother called her and informed her of a family dinner to celebrate her and Adrian’s marriage. She wanted to ask her mother what the hell the reception was for, but she decided to shut her mouth. She strolled to Adrian’s office and told her husband about the dinner. She felt pretty good when she was done, like an actual wife. The day after their wedding, they had dinner at Kristen’s parents’ house. Her mother was hinting towards babies, for whatsoever reason. It was becoming more and more clear that she was bound to Adrian for life.