Neymar's Wife Novels & Stories

She sat on the bed, watching them arrange things into place, including installing a television. What if that man is indeed Mr Stranger? The news states he is the most cruel business man in the country! And would she be carrying his baby? This man is the most eligible bachelor in the country! What?!! "How do you like the curtains madam?" Olivia nodded with a smile as she tried to remain calm. She's a billionaire's surrogate! Not just any billionaire. The top guy in the business world. Shouldn't she freak out? Of course she should freak out!!

Knowing the reason for his anger Oliver stretched out his hand and Nuella stood beside him and took hold of his hand. Old master Seun looked at the young lady with a frown on his face. “Old master, this is my wife, Nuella Allen” The people sitting close by all stared in surprise, they had heard the announcer earlier but did not think it was true until now that he mentioned it himself. They all moved their gaze at the beautiful young lady and wondered who she was, knowing Oliver, he would not just marry any, especially with his dislike for women. Nuella bowed her head low in greeting

The camera man kept signaling me to look away from my beautiful wife. After the pictures, Mr Kuma and some of the team members exchanged contacts with Irene. They were interested in her business and sort ways to do business together sometime. I stood there admiring my wife, it was a proud moment, watching Irene close deals in few minutes. “Mr Damien" Akmed voice echoed behind me. I turned around and put up a straight face.

Her hand was on his arm, her face tilted up toward his. They weren't touching inappropriately, but the intimacy in their posture made my chest tight. I turned away before they could see me and walked back inside on with my legs shaking. "Isn't that Jason Hartley's wife?" someone whispered behind me. "Poor thing. Everyone knows he never got over Isabelle Brown." "I heard he only married her because his family pressured him to move on." "She must know she's just a replacement." I kept walking, head high, dying inside.

"Wrenn, quit playing games. We've been married for seven years. Are you really still doing this hard-to-get routine? It's pathetic." Before he could say another word, his phone buzzed with a message from Alicia. He glanced at the screen, then looked back at me. "I've got something to deal with. This is your last warning. You have three days to come home, or I'm really going to be mad." He turned and stormed off. Seeing Danny, always so calm and polished, get this worked up made me frown. But I didn't care. Yeah, I'd been a housewife. That didn't mean I owed him.

Mark looked at Sherin in disbelief. "Are you pregnant?" Mark asked. "By whom?" Sherin didn't want to answer at first, but Mark's sharp look made her awkward. Sherin gulped down saliva, her throat choking at the mention of Xavier's name. "Who?!" Mark asked more loudly. "Xavier!" Sherin spontaneously replied. "The CEO of the Andarsa Group company. The child in my womb is his." Mark breathed heavily as his shoulders slumped limply. He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes.

That man was a prick, a fucking weakling, what could she have possibly seen in him to have stayed married to him for that long? Enzo wasn't finished though, “And worst of all, he has a mistress. I checked where his money goes and he's definitely living it up.” That alone should have been enough to keep me away. But the thing was my cock didn't seem to get the memo that our savior was not only married but also a mother. She wasn't ours. Never would be. I also didn't want her to get involved with my drama with Angelo however much I wanted her. In a matter of sixty seconds, I'd drawn plans in my head, thoughts of possibilities. And each one didn't favor me.

Or was he oblivious to the fact that his actions had put Nia in harm's way? "Well, he is been married for four years now, and they have a three-year-old son together; they are not the happiest couple, but they do get along." To avoid unnecessary debate, I will not ask why you are asking about Mr. Cage's wife. Mr. Cages' face will be brimming with rage right now. We must report to his office immediately." She yanked Nia by her left hand, and Nia tried to follow her but couldn't. She knew if Carmella recognized her, she would be in big trouble, so she had to follow, even though she was pretty sure she would not remember her, I mean, it is been five years, Carmella would not remember, she is a

Mine! The screen cut to the news anchor and my gaze dropped to the news channel, it was the local news. My eyes widened as the realisation hit me like a truck at full speed. “ FINALLY, WE CAN PUT A FACE TO THE MOST HANDSOME AND UNTIL NOW, ELIGIBLE, BILLIONAIRE’S WIFE. YES, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MR. RYAN JOHNSON IS INDEED A MARRIED MAN. BUT WHO IS HIS MYSTERIOUS WIFE? AND HERE’S THE BOMBSHELL—SHE’S AN INDIAN BEAUTY. AND SHE’S HERE. IN. NEW. YORK.

Standing there is a woman in a dark pantsuit, her black hair cut sharply at her nape, her makeup perfectly applied, and her lips painted a deep, dark red. She steps toward Nicholas and cocks her head to the side. "I expect a raise after all this," she says to him. He leans in to kiss her cheek. "Judging from the house, I already overpay you." The woman raises her eyebrows and looks at me. "Nigella, this is my wife, Valentina Hendrick. Valentina, this is my lawyer, Nigella Gibson." My attention is snagged by that one word—wife. We're married. It's done.