Max Thieriot Wife Novels & Stories

Hunter's mother was pacing in the main hall when Emily more or less hobbled there, still aching from her wounds. In the room was Veronica, Hunter's sister who was already glaring at her, Hunter who was angrily looking anywhere except at her and Antoine Thorne, Hunter's mother herself, and the family's matriarch, Antoine Thorne. If Emily had any illusions that someone in the family was going to listen to her and save her, she knew how impossible it was now. She missed Hunter's father, if he had been there, she would have been rest assured that he would save her. But now...

Allyson hang out with her friend Kessia, they haven't met since after the wedding and inviting her to Logan's place wasn't the right to do, also she needed to discuss the situation with her. “I hear your husband is the owner of Tech and Enterprises Inc” Actually, she talked about him first. “Fake husband” I corrected. “Yeah, actually his father owns it. He inherited it, in fact the main purpose he married me is because his father threatens to get the company if he's not married” “Yeah, I vividly remember you told me that and how is it like to live with a billionaire, how is the fake marriage going Allyson?” She asked like an interviewer.

She cried out, calling her new husband’s name for the first time, “I’m an actual human being!” Vincent didn’t care what she was. To him, she was simply extra baggage from his brother’s death coming to make things even more difficult. He heard Maximof had gotten married to someone from the Moretti family, thought she was beautiful when he attended their wedding. He just didn’t think she would be this annoying.

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

Anger flashed across her face as she grabbed my arm, and her voice turned icy. "I heard you even bought some kind of critical illness insurance for your mom before. Then, you kept using her condition to manipulate me with all your sob stories. Lucas, if she dies, you'd get a nice payout, wouldn't you? That's why you're letting her refuse treatment! You know damn well what you're up to!" I jerked my arm free from Sophia's grip, and the momentum caused her to stumble back several steps. Nathan quickly caught her and cursed at me. "Lucas, what kind of man are you? How could you hit your own wife? How low can you possibly go?"

“President of Ashworth Heights. Granddaughter of the late Chairman Victor Ashworth.” A hand shot up before I could finish. Fast. Eager. I didn’t need to look to know it was Sarah from 3-Star Media. She was always first. Always loudest. I could already guess what she wanted. A trap. A headline. A moment of me stumbling. So I brightened my smile before she could speak. I let it reach my eyes. “And I am also,” I added, voice warm but unwavering, “a proud single mother of one blessed child. His name is Leo.”

I Remember the month when he bought forty-five cars, and gifted them to random strangers, his name became a wildfire on Twitter, I*******m, and F******k, it was insane. "but who would want to attack a generous man's wife?, the public knows that my father remarried but they don't know the exact lady he married and that's because he chose not to display any event of the wedding on media. He placed a strict rule to haunt down anyone who would try such, guess he wanted a secret and peaceful life" I said

His wife, Marielle Harrow, sat at the center of the vast living room, surrounded by relatives, political allies, security personnel, and silent staff. Her eyes were swollen, her voice hoarse, but the storm inside her was far from quiet. The moment someone whispered “Elena Thorne” and “prime suspect” in the same breath, something inside her snapped. “She killed my husband,” Marielle said, her voice trembling with anger. “And Roman Thorne, that man, he’s hiding her. Protecting her.” Her sister in law reached out, squeezing her hand gently. “Marielle, nothing has been confirmed yet...”

Her head was high, her shoulders straight. She was Thea Balmero. Seth Blackwood’s wife. And she wasn’t going to let anyone forget it.

We do look perfect together. "Veronica Luis is Xavier Thompson's ex-wife." The news headline taunted me, stirring up old emotions, even though I knew better than to hope. Her husband must have seen this broadcast by now. What must he be thinking? The realization sobered me up, but the bitterness I felt made the whisky taste even sweeter.