Mr Gates Wife Novels & Stories

Shiloh took the hand. Gruvv invited the woman to sit down, now they were sitting in the garden near the big tree in front of the house. Ave had tea and snacks on the table. “I'm Maeve, the wife of Mateo Elnathan.” Shiloh was silent for a moment then nodded stiffly, “I am, Shiloh Rudapriya.”

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

I confirmed my electronic signature on the tablet Anna handed me, then pulled out the thick divorce papers from the folder. "Let go of me." The guards instinctively released their grip. I walked over to the long table and signed my name on the last page in a clean, decisive stroke. Then I picked up the papers, looked at Victoria's stunned face, and held them out to her. "Your turn." Victoria snatched them and skimmed. "Spouse leaves with nothing..." "Ethan! You want me to walk away with nothing?! With what?! What do you even have?! That rotting farmhouse your dead old man's been clinging to? You want me to walk away empty-handed? Are you out of your mind?!"

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

"Tristin, it seems this illness hasn't cured your temper! If you're going to be this ungrateful, you don't need to be in this hospital. I'm taking you home, so I can teach you how to behave." She turned to go handle the discharge papers. I sneered. "Lily, you aren't even my wife. What right do you have to discharge me?" Lily froze. She looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "Are you playing hard to get? If I'm not your wife, who is? Who else would ever want to be with a deadbeat like you?" As soon as she said that, a firm female voice echoed from the doorway. "That would be me. I'm his wife."

He couldn't understand the machine-gun German going on upstairs but from the tone, he was worried that his wife might just slug her father out of frustration. Instead, Tynan returned his focus to Mrs Helvig. "Yes. I bought it last year when I proposed." Mrs Helvig nodded and chose not to comment. Last year, her daughter was still unconscious and in a coma. She didn't know how Tynan and Laura met because for most of her daughter's competitions, Mrs Helvig attended them as Laura's manager. Tynan wasn't a familiar face and her daughter would never keep such a thing from her mother even if she might conveniently forget to tell her father.

I greeted them. I see recognition in their eyes. “Good afternoon Mrs. Ottave!” They greeted me. “I'm visiting my husband. Is he in his office?” I ask them. “We'll just call her secretary Ma'am.” They said. While they are calling my husband’s office I took quick glance at the building’s lobby. Like our building, they have the minimalist look, simple but elegant. “Ma'am Mara as per your husband's secretary, Sir Maru is in his office.” “Okay. Thanks. ...” I look at her nameplate “Abbie”

I replied smirking at them. "Aaron Malhotra open your fucking mouth right now before I punch you so hard," I nudged glaring at him which made him come out of his dream land. "Everyone meet my mysterious wife, who is mysterious to world. Mrs. Shraddha Aaron Malhotra. The love of my life," he replied grinning. Monkey monster. Jerk. Idiot. Moron. "For how long you both married? How long is your baby?" The same reporter asked who smirked at me.

Mocha Dela Rama, a wife of a high ranking official. “I’m also pleased to meet you-” “What a pity. I would like my daughter to marry Gavin.” I slightly pursed my lips when an old lady said those while looking at me like she found something unmatched. I smiled. Mrs. Matt Taba. A wife of a middle class nobleman. “Same.” “What was that, Mrs. Morgan?” “Same to you all, it’s nice meeting all of you. I would like to have a chat with all of you but my husband might worry. He loves me very much anyway.”

Nicole looked into Martin's eyes, and in a solemn tone of voice, he said, "I heard that the McCarthy family has risen from the dead." "What do you mean? Risen from the dead?" Martin stared at her for a moment, not understanding what he Nicole had meant. "The McCarthy family had married one of their daughters to a rather eminent family abroad. Things have been going really well for them. There are news about them making their return here to pay their forefathers some respect," Nicole said, spilling everything to Martin. Martin was left stunned for a moment when he heard about the news brought to him by Nicole. The sheer quantity and the nature of the information was too much for him to stomac