Novel & Cerita Nathan Kress Wife Age

He knew his friend well. Nathan was highly intelligent, years ahead of his peers academically, having started high school early and later attending Harvard. His past fiancée had once been proud of flaunting the Dawis name. But after Nathan’s accident a few years back, after he had spent a month in the hospital bed in Los Angeles—she had quietly distanced herself from him. She had stopped mentioning him altogether. Everyone in their friend's circle knew that Nathan's grandmother kept a condition for him to get married. If Nathan married someone within a month, she would give all the twenty percent shares she owed to him. This was the main reason for Nathan to get married in a hurry.

“I wonder if they had a daughter at some point. Maybe it’s a sore subject for them.” But I shook my head. “They never had children. Actually, Clarissa just told me today how she and Dan only married each other four years ago. And they met eight years ago.” Nathan shot me a surprised look from the driver’s seat. “Really? At their age?” he asked. “They’re both in their fifties, and they’re both good looking—especially Clarissa. She must have had a marriage before—” “No, she hasn’t,” I said. “She told me that Dan was her first. She never married, nor did she ever have kids before she met him.”

She knew that Nathan and Viola were in a secret marriage, which means if Nathan responds, she was going to be the rumored wife. Thinking of this, she slowly lifted her chin, her posture full of pride as she stared at Nathan, silently urging him. Nathan glanced at her briefly and seeing her happy look, he nodded his head. “Yes,” he said calmly, a faint fond smile appearing on his face as he added, “This is my wife, Claire.” He then placed his hand lightly on Bella’s shoulder and said, “And this is our daughter, Bella.” Hearing this, the reporters reacted immediately. “Oh wow”

“I’m Cindy, Nathan’s coworker.” “I’m Kean.” Angela swallowed hard and then replied with an awkward smile, “I’m Angela. Nathan’s wife.” “Oh, wow! I … really didn’t expect him to have such a beautiful wife like you,” Cindy complimented sincerely. The girl then took Kean’s arm-he clearly seemed captivated by Angela’s beauty. Kean grimaced immediately and replied, “Right. Sorry, Miss. Just now … I was a bit taken aback. If I’d known you were Nathan’s wife, I wouldn’t have looked at you with such admiration just now.”

Then she giggles, “Oh no. Hell no! My son is still in junior high! Katherine is marrying—” “DON’T!” Katherine snarls. But Rosa has blurt out the rest of that sentence, “—she is marrying my husband’s father!” …WTF?! My jaw drops. This Rosa Lady is at least 40 or 50 years old. And her husband’s father must be like what—more than 60?! So the 23-years-old Katherine is marrying a man in his late 60?!! My mom stands frozen by my side. She is as shocked as I am.

She added with a speculative glint in her eyes. I held my breath in shock. How did she know this? We had just found out ourselves. My stomach heaved, and I bit at my fingers nervously. Nathan laughed, like it was such a preposterous idea that I might be pregnant. "My wive is not pregnant. We realize we got married quite early in her life, and that is simply not in the talks at the moment." I went pale as the camera focused on his face, and I watched his lying lips moving.

“She usually hates every nanny who enters her room.” ​Valerius folded her arms. “I’m not a nanny. I’m just someone desperate enough to need your money.” ​Gideon’s expression darkened slightly. Again, she sounded nothing like the Evanthe he remembered. And yet, everything about her face still felt painfully familiar. ​Valerius sighed tiredly. “I already told you,” she said firmly. “I’m not your wife.” ​Gideon stared directly into her eyes. Then his voice dropped lower. “You can lie to everyone else if you want.”

My chest tightened, and I realized the war inside me wasn’t just desire — it was treason. Across the room, Evelyn Drake observed quietly, polite, distant. Even the extras — the silent security, the murmuring assistants, the gossipy socialites — were tools in a game I hadn’t intended to play tonight. And yet, it was happening. I was being consumed by something I had never surrendered to, something that could unravel everything. I reminded myself: She was Edward’s. His wife. His world. A forbidden line I could never cross. And still, the thought of her kept me awake, restless, calculating how I could be near her without being caught, without revealing the obsession I already felt deep in my ch

“What do you mean?” She glances toward the hot tub, where the others’ laughter echoes off marble walls. The sound feels jarring now, false. When she speaks again, her voice is so low I have to lean in to hear. “Last year, Haden kicked Christana so hard he broke her ribs. She was hospitalized for a week.” The words fall between us like stones in still water. “And Nana?” She nods toward Kane’s wife. “As modest as she dresses, it’s not really by choice. You can’t afford to dress any other way when you have something to hide.”