Kurt Bardella Wife Novels & Stories

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

“My mother-in-law's death has had a tremendous impact on the business in this city. My father-in-law acts as if he doesn't care and even cheats despite his wife's grave not yet drying.” “Good evening, Sir,” Kurt greeted; the man arrived after Glenn asked him to come. “Kurt, is there any latest news?” Glenn asked. “Sir, it seems Cardelion is planning to sell some of their shares to Havallary Inc.” “WHAT?!” Glenn was shocked.

She didn't give me a chance to talk to Keaton. "What's your name, ma'am?" "Radella," I said. "And your short name is Ella?" She asked and I nodded feeling uncomfortable. The look in this woman's eyes seemed to want to confirm something and suddenly took a deep breath. Is Keaton talking about me? "I'm Keaton's wife, my name is Alexandra and we were previously divorced, but because he was hit by a disaster, a serious accident, then had amnesia so he wanted to come back to me."

I forced a smile on my face wanting to look like a polite and respectful wife to Jarrod's friend, “Sir, I really hate to bother you but you're Cameron Petals, my husband, Jarrod Smith best friend right?” His eyes settled on the ground and he let out a sigh, “No” The smile on my face disappeared and I quickly put a leg inside his house when I noticed he was about to close the door. “Sir, I know you're my husband's best friend. I.. don't know why you're denying it though but you must've heard Jarrod Smith talk about me, I'm his wife Bella and recently something really big happened and he wants to divorce-” “-Leave” he interupted giving me a stern look.

Daniela mused, trying to understand. Kurt sighed, shaking his head, removing his hand from the drywall. “The only reason they would have kept it from us is this week we’ve been in quarantine as Isis was in heat.” “The brothers know me well. If I had known Wade was free, I’d have wanted to track him down and burn everything to the ground to get him. But they also know I couldn’t leave Isis, so I’d be torn between wanting Wade dead and being with my mate.” Kurt frowned.

She slowly turned around, remote in hand, and looked at him like she was about to cry. “This is all my fault,” she muttered before tears flowed down her pretty face. He walked towards her and pulled her into his arms, tightly hugging her. They stood there in silence as the television kept going. ‘Zaria Akurst, the wife of Clyde Akurst, was rumored to be caught playing the two young men at once. According to the report, she was never missing in the first place. Instead, she's been sleeping with the billionaire and deserted her husband whom she gave her vows to. Truly remarkable, a single woman is the cause between the tension of the wealthy young men of the Akurst and Fauler family. Let's tak

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.

I played my role flawlessly. But my mind circled only one thing. Selene. She stood just apart from the discussion, close enough to belong, distant enough to remain untouched by the business itself. She wasn’t trying to draw attention. That was what made it impossible not to look. Her stillness was intentional. Her composure effortless. Dangerous. Untouchable. Forbidden. I told myself I was imagining it. That this was nothing more than proximity, fatigue, a lapse in discipline. Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts.

“Ones that affected not just my personal life, but the structure of this company.” His voice didn’t shake. But I could feel the weight behind it. “And today, I’m fixing that.” He turned slightly toward me. “This is Kiara.” A small pause. “My wife.” The word hit the room so hard. You could feel it. There was shock, confusion, curiosity and people that didn't seem surprised, because they knew we were once married. “And more importantly,” he continued, “she is one of the best interior designers in the industry right now.”