Nate Bargatze Wife Novels & Stories

I gave up the chance to take over my family's business and spent ten whole years acting as a sports agent for my swimmer boyfriend, Nate. I stayed by his side from his early days to his rise to fame. He promised he would propose to me the day he won the world championship gold. The night of his victory dinner, I eagerly put on a wedding dress. I even invited all our close friends and family to the venue so they could witness the moment together. But as he stood under the spotlight, he looked right past me and his gaze landed on his younger teammate, Lexi, who was smiling brightly and clapping for him nearby. A reporter pushed through the crowd with a microphone and asked on the spot if h

she asks Pierre as they start down the front steps. "Waiting in the car. She couldn't make it down in those heels she insisted on wearing—they’d definitely snap on the gravel." They keep talking as they head toward the car. I watch them until they drive down the long path that leads to the gate. "What are you doing here, Nathan?" I hear Kalet’s voice behind me. "Watching my wife leave." "Where is she going?" "Out to a club with Scarlett, for her birthday. I didn’t even know today was her birthday," I admit, feeling a little guilty for knowing so little about my assistant.

QUEEN NATASH, the most powerful woman in Los Angeles and the boss of NATEL casino where all the games take place. Natasha Garcia was born to the family of Smith and Helen Garcia. Me Smith worked as a driver for a very influential politician, but one day he witnessed a murder scene that cost him his life and that of his wife. Little Natasha had to grow up alone in the street eating from the waste and she grew up desperate for a way out of poverty. She was finally scouted by Mrs. Cruz who took her into her casino. Her job was as a stripper who had to tend to all the needs of their clients.

I thought I could finish the night without getting hammered, but with everything happening, the chances of that occurring were becoming slim. When another server passed with a tray of wine, I waved at him and grabbed two glasses, one for Kat and one for me. We both needed some. “Nate, you’re looking dashing this evening. Who’s your date?” I asked, sensing Kat didn’t dare to be polite. “This is Elizabeth. We worked together on a project not too long ago. She’s an architect and a brilliant one at that.” The woman swished her hand in an “oh, please, stop that” fashion, but it was clear she liked the compliment because she moved in a little closer and brushed her right breast against Nate’s arm.

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

he let out a small laugh and stopped when he noticed the disappointment on her face. “I don’t understand,” She whimpered. “Go inside, freshen up and rest a bit. When it’s dinner time I’ll explain everything to you” he rubbed her arm and left. “Ma’am” a lady dressed in black came. “I’ll help you with that” “Who’re you?” “I’m Anita, your personal attendant, ma’am” She replied. * * * Apparently, the only reason she was married to this gorgeous man was for the growth and stability of his and her father’s company. Her attendant had told her everything while she helped her sort herself out.

I am here with my ex-husband who doesn't trust me. I want to run away but I can't. He has blackmailed me. I can't risk my parents life to stay in my comfort zone. I roam around to search for him. I want to tell him that I want to go back. I searched everywhere. He wasn't anywhere. There were couples going into bedrooms. Crazy wife swapping business rituals for business deals. Makes me vomit. I see Arnold with a woman going into one of those bedrooms. I know well what happens inside those rooms. The woman locked the door from the inside.

Nita pulled him behind her. “Even brought a little bastard with you.” Her mother in law taunted. Then she leaned in to Nita. “I don't know if you have heard but my son has a child. He won't be moved by your bastard. I'll let you go since I am in a happy mood.” She moved away. Nita foze. She staggered back while trying to calm her beating heart. Did Nick really know about Nate? Or was she talking about another child? She settled in a distance her gaze taking in the powerful and dangerous people all around it. It was as if the gathering was a meeting for the rich and not an honor for the dead.

“I stopped waiting for permission to lead.” Carson leaned closer. “I didn’t just marry a woman who completes me. I married a woman who’s helping me build something bigger than either of us.” She reached for his hand. “And we’re just getting started.” But just as calm began to settle in, Ruth burst into the lounge with her phone in hand. “You need to see this,” she said. A new article had just gone live. “Vanessa Malloy Speaks from Custody: ‘I Was Set Up by the O’Connells’”

Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D