Nathan Kress Wife Age Novels & Stories

When I saw the name on that marriage certificate, my first thought was whether it was just someone with the same name. However, the face in the picture shown in the video was the same one I'd woken up to for the past five years. I couldn't lie to myself anymore. My girlfriend of five years, Tessa Cross, was already married to someone else. Her legal husband was none other than her childhood friend, Kevin Miller. What really knocked the air out of my lungs was the date they registered their marriage, February 14th, three years ago.

"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……”

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.”

Net worth- 1528 million USD. Age-27 years old. Children- Nil Spouse- Nil. Parents- Unknown. (Interesting, Elena thought in her mind.) Sibling- Anastasia DeRosa, married to Nathan DeRosa. So, she is five years younger to him. She concluded. But age has very less to do when you are determined to bring your opponent down. She mused.

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.”

He almost burst out laughing but he controlled himself. “Wife?” “Yes! Her name is Cassandra Miles. She’s the daughter of the ex-mayor of Georgia”. “She’s not my wife. Nat replied non-hesitantly. I don’t even know her” “Yes you will get to know her— smart, and beautiful and her family’s rich like ours” “Mom!” he stood up now. You’re funny. I’m not ready for marriage” “And I’d keep matching you up until you are”. She poked his chest and laughed.