Mr Gates Wife Novels & Stories

As soon as he saw Chelsea, Red couldn't help but feel concerned for her and asked, "Then... why do you have that look on your face?" —A Quick Recap —" "I'd like my daughter, Helsea, to meet my new wife. I want you to be a good girl, and I want you to always listen to what she has to say because she is going to be your mom." Chelsea was the one who was first introduced to Mr. Garcia's new wife. In spite of the fact that she was still young, Chelsea had no choice but to accept everything. Her life had been going in a different direction ever since her mother had passed away, and this was especially true after the birth of her sister, Maxine.

Agatha said with a faint smile. “Good. You lied to me,” Mrs. Mason said, making Agatha frown. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what you lied about?” she asked. Agatha looked confused. “Please elaborate, Mrs. Mason,” she said. The woman scoffed. “You said you have nothing to do with my son. You said you are just friends,” she said. “We actually don’t have anything to do with each other, Mrs. Mason. We were just friends because I’m best friends with Aurora, Mr. Vladimir’s wife,” Agatha explained. Mrs. Mason scoffed again.

Anthony began, speaking softly so that it would be only Grace who would hear. “They were both deeply in love, and God blessed them with Victor two years after their marriage. Mr. Mason told me that shortly after Victor was born, Mrs. Margaret started to change. She would often act irritated with him and no longer showed the same care and love as before.” He paused when Grace tried to interject. “Why was that happening?” She asked. “According to Mr. Mason, he doesn’t understand why his wife suddenly changed,” Anthony replied, tapping the back of his right palm against his left palm as he spoke.

She stepped forward, hands folded and introduced herself. "I am Ratna, head house help, madam." I stopped dead, my eyebrow arching high enough to scrape heaven. "Madam?" I repeated, my voice dripping with disbelief. "Yes," she said, unruffled. "You are Grayson sir's wife, so you will be madam of this house." The words hung there, absurd and suffocating all at once. My lips curled into a bitter smile as I took a step closer to her.

With that, my mom walked out of the room, leaving the pale Grace standing there. Watching her leave, my Dad bolted from his seat, running towards his wife, forgetting that he also had a daughter and as I watched his back, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Did he have to be such a wife slave? To the point of neglecting his own daughter? But again, Billy Tate was known for how he dotted on his wife, so yeah, that shouldn't have come as a surprise.

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

Then she whispered: “That belonged to Michael's wife.” Jonathan stood immediately. “His wife?” Catherine nodded. “He married someone after he disappeared. I thought it was a rumour.” Daniel slowly approached. “Do you know her name?” Catherine stared at the photograph. Then she answered. “Margaret.” Elena's phone slipped slightly in her hand. Margaret? Her mother? Before anyone could speak, Margaret appeared at the doorway. She had heard everything. And the expression on her face confirmed that Catherine's revelation was not entirely a surprise.

It was a gory scene. I grabbed Lily’s arm and said through clenched teeth, “Lily! You’d better reconfirm whose mother this is—mine or yours. Check the medical records!” Lily freed her arm from my grip and smirked. “My mother’s travelling overseas right now. How could she have died from a heart attack in this hospital? Besides, if my mother had heart issues, I wouldn’t be this powerless. I wouldn’t have let the available heart be taken away!” The stray dogs were biting and pulling on an arm. In the commotion, a bracelet with a gold charm was flung out of the corpse’s palm.

“Nate, you know my children Kamron and Kimia, and our friend, Rose. The beauty behind the stove is my wife, Lusa.” “Welcome to our home, Mary, Nate. Please have a seat. We’re missing three of our family today. Our eldest, Rayan, is at school, and our other daughters, Sarina and Mina, are at their friends’ houses for dinner tonight.” Mrs. Graycort rambled. “You have a lovely home,” Mrs. Mactire said. “Thank you,” Mrs. Graycort answered. “It’s nice to be so close to the woods on the mountains. It makes shifting easier since we don’t have to go very far, and we can shift in relative privacy.”

Taking a deep breath Sally moved towards her, the office was empty this early and she doubted she’d get another chance to talk to her anytime soon. “Mrs North?” Golden eyes collided with hers as Sally came closer. She didn’t appear surprised to see Sally before her. In fact, she smiled warmly in greeting, dimples appearing in her cheeks. Sally had to bite back a swoon. Just a crush, my arse, she thought furiously. “I’m your husband’s new PA. Sally-“ “Smith,” Mrs North finished for her in a purr, forcing a shiver up Sally’s back. “I am aware, congratulations on the position.”