روايات وقصص ضمن My Gorgeous Wife Is An Ex-convict!

Bella Dean lost everything the night her parents died—her family, her future and eventually her dignity when she was married into the very family responsible for her ruin. For three years, she endured a cold marriage, silent humiliation and betrayal disguised as duty. When she finally escaped, she returned stronger, wealthier and carrying twins no one was meant to know about. But revenge is never simple. The man who saved her wanted to own her. The man who broke her wanted her back. And the truth behind her parents’ death was darker than she ever imagined. Caught between obsession, guilt and a family built on bloodstained wealth, Bella must decide whether justice is worth the pri

Travis asked as soon as they were out of the door. “I don’t know Dr. Athena yet, but for Liora, man, she sounds really smart. When did she get that smart?” Felix asked, his eyes drawn in curiosity. Travis nodded, his eyes fixed on the lecture room door. His heart had skipped at some point in the lecture, his eyes glued to only her as she spoke. He had been fascinated by her. “So my ex-wife is a famous doctor.” Travis muttered under his breath. He had many things he needed information on, but from what he could see, he was getting interested.

Memories of sweeter times flooded back, and the regret hit her all at once. So she said it. "Let's end this. I'll give you and your family a payout. Leave and go as far from here as you can." Thomas nearly lost his mind. "What? You can't just do that!" Renee didn't engage. "I can, because the person I love is my husband." She searched everywhere and finally tracked William down in a small town. The face she knew so well didn't show a flicker of anything when he saw her.

"She is my ex-wife." ‎

I bury my face in my palm. Fuck… I kidnapped someone else’s wife. What have I done? What will I do now?

It could scare him away. He decided to keep his informations as recent as possible. "I hate him so much because, he took my girlfriend away from me, and made her his wife." He paused and frowned, putting up his eyes full of sadness and pain, deciding to look as convincing as possible. "She was all I had. The one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. The only woman I've ever loved. The only woman I've ever been with. The only woman I've ever made love to." He lied. Steve wasn't convinced. He knew rich men from movies and novels. They weren't one to be with just one woman all their lives. But he decided to move on to something more revealing." "How did she become Mr Verrrati's wife? Your

“So… congrats on your new accomplishment, this means I’ve gotten a new hangout spot whenever I’m stressed.” “Speaking of being stressed, what do you do?” “Well, I’m a manager at the famous M’Hotels, and I’m doing pretty great. “ “Really?” “Yeah really.” “How about you join me as my wife, let’s rule this large empire together.” I was dumbfounded for a little while. Did I just hear him correctly? “What?” “Yes Adina, make me the happiest man on earth and be my wife, you should know how long I’ve bottled this inside, and now I’m coming in the open to say this…”

My lips parted in shock, but no words escaped. I stood frozen, staring at Genevieve Salvacion as though seeing her for the first time. The weight of her words pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket. “There is nothing wrong with it?” I repeated with trembling voice. “He is not the first man to beat his wife? He is not the only man in this whole country who beats his wife?” Genevieve nodded calmly, as if she had just delivered the most reasonable statement in the world.

“Darling, congratulations on your anniversary. I wish you guys many happy years as a beautiful couple.” I smiled. That would only work if I could talk to my husband right now. “Thank you, I smiled.” “And it looks like there’s a little one coming soon.” She looked at my tummy and I smiled. Fuck I wanted to be out of here immediately. The woman, who I remember her name to be Mrs Huston, is a family friend and I didn’t want to be rude to her but I had to see my husband before he made a mistake that could ruin both of us.

One easily recognized and for some reason she wasn't wearing a lot of disguise. I turned back to Florida, icy daggers shooting her way as memories of my time fresh out of the prison flashed through my mind. The media. The gate she and her fans threw my way. Fuck! My chest tightened as my brain gears overturned. I could almost hear the reporters screaming my name. My mind immediately conjured several headlines befitting our situation. 'Derrick Robinson's ex-convict wife meeting with popular actress Gloria Robinson. A fight between rivals?' Damnit! I stood up abruptly, my chair scraping against the tiled floor. "We are done here." I muttered as I rushed out of the café,tears blurring my eyes.