Logan Chitwood Wife Novels & Stories

I could've exchanged them for cash down the line. Ah, well, no use crying over spilled milk. Charlie had his arm wrapped around his wife as he welcomed the guests. Though he was nearly forty, Charlie was still tall, slender, and attractively reserved. He was gentle and kind to his wife, but unbeknownst to everyone, he had another family out there, and they even had a daughter. Once all the guests had arrived, Sophia and I exchanged a look, and the plan was put in motion. Night had fallen, and I looked around for the scapegoat. There she was, my husband's mistress, Lorelei Wood.

Senator Logan sighed in relief as he heard Charles refer to Nancy as his wife. "It's okay, Your Excellency. Thank you for forgiving our daughter. We hope there won't be any problems again," Senator Logan said worriedly, still confused about where Charles met Nancy and how the pregnancy came about. It had been almost a year since the failed marriage, and there was no way Nancy had left AJ City pregnant and been carrying Charles' child since then.

“Mistress, we shall chat again. I have much to ask you and you haven’t even started to satisfy my curiosities yet. I do hope you do not wander too far. Canines are almost as bad as cats.” She shuddered and with a nod to the other men she stalked off back into the party. Trisha breathed a sigh of relief as the doors shut behind them. “Thank you, I didn’t get your name, but you rescued me.” He flashed another perfect smile his white teeth shining. “You’re welcome, my name’s Logan by the way. Logan Star.” He smirked at her and waited for a response. Trisha held out her hand. “Sorry I haven’t heard of you, my name is Trisha Rosewood. I’m Ryan’s wife.”

Closing her eyes,she faced the direction of the window as she inhaled deeply before gasping forcefully and fighting for air. “The alpha king.” *************************** “When did you arrive?” Logan asked the skinny lady who was a three heads shorter then he was. "Is that how to tell an old buddy welcome?" She asked, practically fucking him with her eyes. He could see her erect nipples from the flimsy gown she wore and damn! * * Mrs Whitman wiped her hands on the napkin before walking out of the kitchen. Ever since she got mated and married to her husband,her place has always been in the kitchen.

He chuckles as I force a smile. He puts it down on his desk as he watches me closely. "Are you going to make me work like his wife?" I gesture to the corpse on the floor as Carter shakes his head, sitting up so his nose brushes mine. He's far too close, but his grip on my hips is ironclad, and I can't get away. "No, no, no, love. That's not going to happen to you," he wipes the tears from my cheek as I breathe a sigh of relief.

She snapped at him and when he tried to pull away his right foot that Claudia was ‘treating’, she slapped his knee. “You look shocked, Nick. Take your time to process this information. We can all talk soon.” “Talk? What are we supposed to talk about? How she left and lived a life like we never existed? Now, she wants to come back just like that? I understand that she’s your sister, Preston, but she’s also my wife. She’s Liam’s mother. Is there even a reason good enough for what she did? Ouch!” He screamed again when Claudia intentionally pressed the cotton hard enough.

She has always known Cecile as a top jeweler and Emily's top rival and she's been eager to be friends with her. Dropping her bottle on the table, she paid the bartender some dollar bills before approaching Cecile who was swilling her drink. “Hi!” Vivian greeted while Cecile slowly turned to face her with creased brows. “Who are you?” She asked. “I'm Vivian. Logan's wife and a huge fan of yours.” Vivian replied, clutching her bag as she took a seat in front of her. “Did you just say, Logan?” Cecile asked, her brows raising slightly while Vivian nodded in confirmation.

"Dard' Hawthorne?" "yep, that one. and his wife. you remember his wife, Castila?." "she was old." "still alive. she was a real pupular mad woman in patriots. all sick depraved, ...depressed psychos of the world..all in that cult. only, the shirking fact is that in that cult, they are absolutely alright. nothing about thats wrong with them."

Chad lays his cards down, “Ellie is not Vivienne.” I push out my chair, “I’m going to bed. You have no idea what you’re talking about, Chad.” I’m angry as I lie in bed. Chad crossed a line tonight. He is right that I don’t hate Ellie. I don’t believe I love her, but I am currently missing her. Ellie has done her best to avoid me for the past two days. There is no more asking to eat together or asking about my day. I’ve snapped at her numerous times about questioning me, but she always replies that my grandparents are asking about me. Despite everything, Ellie has been a good wife to me. Her robotic personality throws me a little, but Chad is right, she is different at times. The girl at the

Williamson said. “Please, don’t mind me ladies but I have heard a rumour today. My maids were watching some viral video on the internet. They told me that Xavier Linwood’s first wife is back and you had a duel with her.” The same lady whom I recognized said with a malicious smirk. My face turned pale. I was dreading this moment. I stole a glance at Mrs. Williamson who was silent on this remark.