Leon Draisaitl Wife Novels & Stories

Vincent asked with curiosity. Leonard nodded. "Yep. My wife is the owner. Alexa Denvers Hodge." Vincent's eyes widened with an 'oh.' "That is unexpected." Leonard smiled. "I get it." "You love your wife?" Carmen nosed in. Leonard looked at her. "Of course." He turned to Vincent. "We're even expecting in four months if not less." Vincent gaped. "Wow, man. Congrats." Leonard nodded. "Thanks."

Months passed, and Drea found herself gradually adapting to her new role as Sorin's wife. Their initial awkwardness had given way to a comfortable rhythm, punctuated by moments of unexpected camaraderie and growing affection. One afternoon, Drea received an invitation to attend a charity gala hosted by Sorin's company. It was a lavish affair held in a prestigious hotel ballroom, filled with influential figures from the business world and beyond. Drea, dressed in an elegant gown chosen by Sorin himself, felt a sense of pride as she walked alongside him, their arms linked in a display of unity.

But my disappointment suddenly drives in as I see that it's not a message or call from Leo but a notification. At first, I want to just dump the phone back on the table, but somehow I'm compelled to reluctantly tap on the notification. I unlock the screen and freeze. My heart instantly drops to the ground shattered into many pieces. And there he is—Leonard—in a tailored navy suit, looking effortlessly handsome. But he isn’t alone. Standing beside him is a tall, blonde woman—one whom I know very well, her hand resting lightly on his arm. They are laughing, their body language intimate in a way that makes my stomach churn. The caption reads: “Spotted at tonight’s gala: Leonard Sinclair and the

As soon as the press conference started, Nathan began to make a few statements about the recent events. "For starters, Miss Hilda Adams and I are not divorced. We have a harmonious relationship and a daughter. We even plan to have a second child. As for the speculation of Hilda's identity, I hereby announce that Miss Adams is also Maya Damien, the daughter of the late Adrian Damien and Connie, chairwoman of Frimpong Energy and Technology. Three years ago, she and I were injured from being trampled by a group of crazy fans. Later on, she went abroad to find her biological mother, Ms. Connie, and changed her name."

His forehead frowned deeply. Hadn't Cia said a few days ago that Leonel was quite an open person? Why is the news about him on the Internet only about business? There wasn't much news about his family. The most horrendous news was the news about Leonel's wife who had an accident twenty-three years ago that made the fetus in her womb unsalvageable. After that, there were only a few portraits of him with his wife. Did they not have children after that incident? Jerrald sighed heavily. He pressed the bridge of his nose again. It was enough for him to look at the lit laptop screen today. It was getting late. He had to rest soon. His body was very tired. He needed sleep, and of course, hugging hi

I was the only plus-sized woman here, and now another model joins us. I took a sip of my wine as I watched them hug and kiss her cheeks, even my husband, who was now clinging to her arms. I cleared my throat as I started to get uncomfortable, and they pulled away. “I know everyone except for her; who’s she?” The woman asked and my husband pulled out a seat for her, next to him. “Sierra, Damian’s wife,” Lily answered. The woman nodded and looked at me with a little smile before she turned her attention to my husband, who was lovingly staring at her.

I clenched my fists, my pride demanding I take control. "Yes!" Daisy spoke. She turned slowly so that people in the audience could see her mark. "I am the wife of Alpha Zordon Deathclaw, plus I am his mate and his Luna. Only he has a claim on me and I have a claim on him, since he wears my mark as well." How could she do this to me? What a cruel act? Daisy was always a lovely girl, but now she was behaving like the devil's concubine. "Daisy, how could you do this to me? To us?" I snarled.

Drake asked. “You never told me that an Elon was involved,” Sharon said. “Don’t worry. I looked him up. He was only a delivery man a week ago and now owns the delivery company he used to work for. He has no ties to the Capital’s Elon family, except being Sylvia Elon’s cousin and the CEO of Elon Trust. From my understanding, he’s married to Claire Dalton, and it’s only a contract marriage. They wouldn’t have had him stay in such an arrangement if he were essential to the Elon Family of the Capital.” Drake said. “I will teach him a lesson soon for kissing my wife.”

Calista inclined her head, all deference—but her smile didn’t fade. Raelene turned to Daire. “You cast Calista aside in favor of this girl,” she said. “You jeopardized our standing for a marriage now suspended by Tribunal law. Explain why we should recognize Elowen as Luna when the Tribunal does not recognize her as anything but an asset.” Daire’s jaw flexed. He didn’t look away from Raelene, but his hand found Elowen’s under the table, fingers curling around hers. “Because I chose her,” he said. “Not as a political tool. Not as a placeholder. As my partner. We signed a contract. We lived under it. I protected her as my wife long before Crowe decided her blood was useful.”