Mr Gates Wife Novels & Stories

Mitch knocked on his office door and entered. Theo turned and nodded at the low table in the corner of the room. "I'll examine Jose there." Mitch sat down at the table and immediately spread the papers in front of Theo. "Josephine Miller, twenty-seven, born in Connecticut, to father Harris and mother Martha Miller." Theo sat across from Josephine. "Why do those names sound familiar to me?" A few years ago, all the media were buzzing about Harris Miller due to numerous business frauds and tax evasion. He and his family lived in a palace worth twenty million dollars, they had summer houses in France and Hawaii - I mean, they were more than well-off. "Theo remembered that story.

"I can't believe this happened to her. She's such a kind and loving person. She doesn't deserve this. Whoever did this to her should be rotting in hell right now." The doctor nodded sympathetically, understanding the depth of my emotions. "I know it's difficult to accept, but with proper medical care and support, there's a good chance she'll make a full recovery. Right now, being there for her emotionally is crucial. Your presence and support will make a significant difference. And your wife is also very strong, despite her initial weakness when she was brought in, she had still managed to give out your name as her emergency contact. She's a fighter."

She looked at her husband with pleading eyes. Mr Martins looked at his wife coldly, and then he walked out of her bedroom and went back to the hospital. Would Mrs Martins leave her luxury mansion?

She looked up, startled. “I was wondering…” I tried to find the right words. “That photo of Evan’s father and the woman standing with him, do you know who she was?” Her hands stilled. “You shouldn’t be asking about that.” “So you do know,” I pushed. Martha looked around, then motioned for me to follow her behind the garden wall. When we were out of sight, she whispered, “That woman… she wasn’t just someone Mr. Gates used to know. She was special, protected, and off-limits.”

She turned to her husband before turning back to me, “Take it as part of the competition.” “The…sharing an apartment with Wi—Mr. Rogers?” “Yes,” she softly smiled, sounding like I was asking a stupid question. “I mean…” I looked back at William, who didn't seem to have anything to say, “I know Mr. Grant and you are educated; you've probably heard…” I let them fill in the gaps, but they both shook their heads, “You know, it was on the news?” “If it's not the weather report we’re not watching it, I mean…” Mrs. Grant turned to her husband before turning back to me. “We don't follow the news.”

She winks at him and looks expectantly at Carlton. Carlton doesn't even delay to answer. “My wife as you all know, is Marigold Stewart. The news circulating around the news and social media is all her doing. She is acting impulsively, not thinking of the consequences of her actions.” “And why do you say that Mr. Carlton?” the shaggy reporter beats the red hair to it.

I gulped and replied, "Okay, Ma." "Tomorrow you're going to our company. I don't want you to go there and parade yourself as my son's wife. You have no idea how much my family had worked to build that company, and we wouldn't want a nobody like you to ruin it, claiming to be Darlington Briggs' wife. In public, you're only a family friend and a neighbor to us. Do you understand?" Mrs. Ifeoma's eyes burned at me, and I replied, "Yes, Ma." I was already used to Samara referring to me as her neighbor, so if Darlington did the same, I could endure it.

"She's confused and scared. And you showing up here making demands isn't helping." "I'm not making demands. I'm claiming what's mine." "She's not property—" The bedroom door opened. Grace came out. Her face was calm now. Decided. "I remember," she said quietly. Both men turned to her. "What?" Mason asked. "I remember. Just now. It all came back." Grace walked toward Mason. "I remember you. Our wedding. Our house. Everything." Mason's face lit up. "You remember?" "Yes." Grace nodded. "You're my husband. Mason Hartwell. We got married seven years ago."

*SIENNA* Mr. Graves is back, ma'am . He's waiting for you in the lounge. My heart sank. Hadn't he been at the store just moments ago purchasing a ring for Kate? Did he come here to share news about their marriage? I stepped into the lounge and dropped the bags onto the chair. Then I took a seat. What is it?" I said, my tone cold. Am I no longer permitted to talk with my wife?" I laughed bitterly.

Madison’s cousin Raven, the one who painted my wife’s portrait, is also here with her husband, Ian Moretti. My lovely wife is making her rounds as the consummate hostess that she is. As usual, she’s stunning in that cute little summer dress she’s wearing. Just looking at her, it’s hard to believe this quintessential beauty is the fierce leader of the Obsidian Knights and, by all rights, one of the most powerful people in this country. But above all else…she was my wife, best friend, lover, and keeper of my heart. And if the fates allow, the mother of my children. Margo goes scurrying by in hot pursuit of their toddler running with a cup of juice sloshing its contents everywhere. I look for C