Marcos Montero Ex Esposa Novels & Stories

However, his surprise was immense when he unexpectedly collided with Roberto, whose face contorted into a gesture of fury at the sight of him. "What are you doing here?" - Roberto snapped, giving him a look full of anger. Mason was undeterred and replied defiantly, "Do you forget that the son Sara is about to bring into the world is also mine?" Roberto raised his hand, wobbling his ring finger and displaying a gleaming wedding ring. "That means, Mason, that your dear ex-wife is now my official wife. She's convinced it's the best thing for us, and guess what, we have a strong, happy marriage. Doesn't it make you envious?

She was no longer crying now, only whimpering. “You know, I…I was not going to let them touch me,” she croaked, her voice scratchy and raw. “I was not going to let them take from me what my husband had taken so long.” Her voice broke at the end. “I need to get out of here Dominic,” she looked at me with a plea in her eyes. “This woman is a monster. She is going to do worse to me.” Davina gripped my arms, “Please. Save me.”

I gave the screen one last look, logged out, shut the laptop. “Send him in.” The door opened. Marcos Montoya walked in like he owned the building. Smooth. Calculated. Arrogant. His presence shifted the air. “Dante,” he said, too casual. “Rumor is there’s a woman in your city. Marisol Franco. That name ring a bell?” Rage crawled under my skin. I kept my voice flat. “I don’t know anyone by that name.” He watched me, eyes sharp. Then pulled out his phone.

She glared through the window until Lara stepped into the mansion. "Oh, Lara. I'm glad that you are here! Come over here!" Monica said delightedly as she pulled Lara towards the guest In the sitting room. "This is Lara, the wife of my son. I want you to tell all these people here that your marriage with my son is doing well! Am I right?" Monica asked with a beaming smile. How can I say that when my marriage with Christian isn't going well, I just caught him in the act in the house of his mistress." Lara blasted out annoyingly.

He asked with a smirk, "My wife and I are expecting a baby, I was hoping you would congratulate us but Daisy said you didnt take the news so well, its such a pity, don't you think we will make such a beautiful couple?" He asked with a smirk, Mr Montero's face was turning more ugly by the second "Don't you dare!" He snapped all too loudly

“-Bella Smith? Jarrod Smith's wife? Well, ex-wife?” I froze, surprised by how much this man knew about me. “Uh-” I stopped, unable to come up with any words. He rubbed the side of his neck awkwardly, “I was a fan..” he trailed off uneasiness evident on his face. When I was in college and after college, I was a model for a fashion collection. I was really social until- Jarrod found out I was pregnant with Cameron's child and my reputation was ruined. That was the only thing I did in my marriage asides look pretty and sexy.

Nash responded on my behalf, “He and I are bestfriend’s, if he was in the city, I would know. So there is no need for you to wonder ma'am.” “Still abroad?” Her husband raised a brow like he wasn't buying it, “From what we learned, Anaya was their princess and he would never miss any event that she was hosting. But that hasn't been the case for the past three years, so could it be that the rumour is true?” “What rumour?” Nash asked, still keeping a soft tone because to him, upsetting an investor was always out of the question. “That the Callahans have washed their hands of the relationship. That she's on her own and Whitmore group is her only hope.” His wife responded.

It was after he muttered those cold words to her that she realized that her husband had brought two foreigners home. "Rowan," she finally got the courage to call his name. She demanded an explanation, the woman who brought home, she recognized her. When her husband was passing through hell because of this woman, she had watched him with a heavy heart and offered him her shoulders even though his pain was for another woman. This woman was no other than Victoria James, her husband's childhood sweetheart. A slender woman with black long hair and eyes as brown almonds. She had a bright smile on her face as she walked into the living room, observing the entire place with keen eyes.

"Oh baby, you are back to your old angry self again. Anyways I am not here for you, I am here for your ex wife. Where is she? get out of the way let me see her". Evelyn said arrogantly. "Olivia is not my ex wife but my wife because we are not even divorced yet so watch the words that comes out of that slutty mouth of yours.." "The same slutty mouth you couldn't get enough of six years ago? Should I remind you how you kept kissing and nibbling on my..". Evelyn scoffed interrupting Maynard.

Being young and beautiful, Celeste is the only daughter of the Marcon Family and was raised by Don Andres Marcon and Dona Saffira Marcon in their province. She was known to be an in-demand event stylist and a successful event planner. Everything is fine with her life, but she doesn’t remember anything about her childhood to her adolescence. She always felt that something was always missing in her life –not until she found out the truth when an unknown man came named Allastair and he claimed that she was his.