Nathan Kress Wife Age Novels & Stories

"How many weeks along are you? Even though I don’t like it, there's nothing I can do. You two love each other, right?" Monica let out a small laugh. "Funny thing to say in the morning. I’m not pregnant. It was just a tactic to get into this house and visit your room. Besides, I don't even like that crazy husband of yours. I’m sick of playing the 'good wife' just to stay in this house," Monica explained. Arini crossed her arms and pouted mockingly. "Are you sure?" Nathan's wife is insane, Monica cursed inwardly. "Tell me the family secret! Don't waste my time, or Nathan will catch me here!" Monica urged.

Carson and Lena stood together in front of a backdrop with the company logo, lights flashing, reporters whispering behind cameras. The lead publicist stepped forward. “Thank you all for joining us on short notice. Mr. O’Connell and his wife have a brief statement to make. Please, no questions afterward.” Carson took the mic first. “Good evening. I know many of you are curious about the recent rumors surrounding my personal and business life. I’m here to clarify that I married Lena Wellington several months ago, and while our relationship began under unique circumstances, it has grown into something deeply personal and genuine.”

Jace said bringing out a recording chip afterwards, he stretched it for Davis who took it without hesitation. He examined the black colored object before pressing on the play button. There was a cracking sound at first, then a female voice that sounded exactly like Delaney not his wife came up speaking. “Day 1 of monitoring Kristen Lane, today I found out the wife is thirty three years old with birthday on the seventh of June, blonde with hazel eyes and of about five foot six inches; luckily the same height with mine. She’s polite, nice but doesn’t hesitate to show her true color if she was disrespected……”

My husband called me fat, ugly, and disgusting. Then he used that as an excuse to cheat on me with his secretary, Joanna. I threw him a birthday party, hoping to make him happy, but he chose to spend the night with her instead. Tired and fed up, I signed the divorce papers and walked out of his life. Three years later, I was no longer the unwanted XXL wife of Adrian Wellington. I was Miranda Wright, a billionaire heiress who had just bought my ex-husband’s company under a fake name. When Adrian finally discovered who I was, he was shocked. Then he fell at my feet, pleading for another chance. “Miranda, don’t do this to us.” I ignored him, pulled my hand away, and barked an order at my securi

Aria's POV I didn’t circle the truth. “What did you mean by what you said at the gala?” I asked. Nathan paused, brushed his hair back and looked away. “In front of outsiders and the media,” he said coolly, “you’re still the wife of the president of Hemsworth Group’s wife. You should maintain appearances.” The words landed like scraps tossed to a stray. My wolf stiffened, hackles rising. What was I really expecting? I thought to myself.

he replied, his voice even, “but for this woman, my wife will always clear my schedule.” Then, without hesitation, he leaned down slightly and pressed a brief kiss to the top of Cassie’s head, a gesture so natural and unguarded that it hit harder than any explanation ever could. Sienna’s face lost all color in that moment, the last pieces of her composure crumbling as reality set in. Nathan glanced around again, as if suddenly remembering something. “And where is that arrogant husband of yours?” he asked casually, his tone carrying a hint of curiosity. “Actually, don’t tell me. We’ll talk after the surgery.”

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.

And then— “Mr. Cross, what about the woman seen leaving your home this morning? Can you comment on her identity?” Time slowed. Nathan didn’t blink. “Lana Reyes is my girlfriend.” The lounge exploded. Gasps. Screams. Olivia’s tray clattered to the floor. But Nathan wasn’t finished. Another reporter pushed, “Are you settling down, Mr. Cross?” His lips curved, not into one of his usual icy smirks—but something softer. Real. “I would be lucky if Miss Reyes would have me,” he said. “But I haven’t asked her… yet.”

Crystal smiled at me. I knew that Nathan Jones was a widower in his early thirties and had two kids. It was so sad when his wife died of cancer, five years back. They were a nice couple, I don't know why she had to die. I can't believe I'll meet Nathan in person, he is hot as hell." "Yes, I know him," I replied, smiling. I was imagining the both of us falling in love while babysitting, when Chase walked in, looking drop dead handsome in a designer black suit with a purple bow tie.

Nathan tried to indulge me in a small talk and I obliged though my true intentions were still hidden. "How long will it take Helene to get down here?" I asked impatiently. Ive been waiting for almost an hour now. "She'll be here soon." Nathan said reassuringly, I looked at his face and he looked older than his age. That's exactly what grieve does to one. "Where is your wife?" I asked, my eyes scanning the empty seat beside him. Nathan chuckled softly. "She's in her chambers." He said calmly, I raised an eyebrow and shifted uncomfortably on the chair I sat.