Neymar's Wife Novels & Stories

But I didn't hear a single voice from them so I slowly raised my head to look at them. They just looked at me like they saw a ghost. "A-angela..." "She's not Angela, Hannah." Javier interrupted what the woman said. I guess, her sister. They were silent and looked at Javier in shock. "Her name is Janiyah. My soon to be wife, we are getting married tomorrow." He said seriously. "Marriage? Did we hear it right? You are getting married tomorrow but you only told us today?" asked the old man. I was nervous when I heard his voice. Javier was about to speak but Mrs. Stevenson. "Dad, we'll talk about that later. We'd better get to know Javier's future wife first." She said with a smile.

“She looks different—almost… fragile. Nothing like the woman we know.” “Precisely,” I said. “What you’re looking at is a photograph of Yasmin Lee Estrada, the only daughter of a struggling restaurant couple in Hawaii. But she wasn’t just any girl—she was the wife of Cole Martinez.” A stunned silence fell over the room. Mr. Delgado sat up straighter. “Wait, wait, wait—Cole Martinez? The billionaire from Hawaii? He was married?” I nodded. “Exactly. And you won’t find any public records of it because the Martinez family never announced it. She was hidden from the world. The only evidence of her existence is that photo you’re holding. A rare mistake.”

“As is my wife, who I seem to have lost yet again tonight.” He’d married a Fae woman named Jasmine, and they had two adorable babies together. Jasmine was a unique woman—stunningly beautiful, sultry, and a card sharp. If she was truly missing from the party, she was most likely holed up in the parlor taking the Fae Lords for all they were worth. Needless to say, I liked the woman.

Everyone stood up, clapping, happy for us, while in my mind I knew there was no going back, I was trapped, and I forced a smile throughout the wedding as my mind blacked out. The wedding finally came to an end after a long and exhausting day, then it was time for me to go to my new home. I braced myself for what was to come as a new wife. I was no longer Kiana Elizabeth James, but now Mrs. Kiana Elizabeth Cartwright.

screens of five television channels and appeared on the front pages of as many as four highest-circulation tabloids. To Josephine's big surprise, Theo's best friend Leo looked completely different from her husband. He was as handsome as Theo, but not as manly, and, unlike the dark-haired Theo, Leo was blond and blue-eyed. He turned out to be very smart, pragmatic, and extremely witty. He gave her his cell phone number in case she needed anything during Theo's absence. As promised, Theo gave her the keys to his lavish villa on a hill above Malibu, which offered an enchanting view of the ocean. The property around the house was huge - as much as a thousand square meters on four hectares of la

she finally let the word out. “Really Adina?” “Yes!!” she said again, this time a little louder. “Well sorry but I have to document this moment for future purposes Doc can you please make a video right now.” I said, which made everyone laugh. Well, the doc took my words seriously and brought out his phone to record. “So, Miss Adina Miller, would you do me the honor of being my wife again?” I asked “YES! Yes Tyson, I will.”

Rumors swelling around the recently divorced billionaire seen on multiple occasions with a heiress from a wealthy American family, and talks of a possible marriage. I began spiraling then, slowly. I swore that I didn’t care if he was with someone new. So long as he was happy. He deserved way more than a woman who couldn’t give him more than sex and trauma. He would want kids someday, a whole family. He deserved a whole woman. But I couldn’t take it. The not-knowing. I began looking through his socials, since my calls always went straight to voicemail or a secretary who gently informed me that Mr. Visconti couldn’t take the call.

Sydney, Australia. The city glittered beneath the evening sky. Inside a modern apartment overlooking the harbor, Stephen Wao stared at his phone. It had rung seventeen times in the last three hours. Colleagues. Relatives. Former friends. Even people he hadn't spoken to in years. The latest message flashed across the screen. IS IT TRUE YOUR WIFE IS CONNECTED TO THE NAKURU CASE? Stephen closed his eyes. Slowly. Painfully. For twenty-six years, he and Mercy had lived with secrets.

Always moody and would often want to listen to any conversations that involve Damien. "No, I haven't had the chance to visit him." She said truthfully, with a hint of sadness in her voice. "Are you two having what Hall and Eden are having?" She wondered? Was her husband house a love island or something? His guards and maids just doing the love thing, though she considers them to be family. Sarah inhale, not able to answer her questions. She and Damien didn't have what Eden and Hall have but she was sure that there was something. Something that she couldn't placed a finger on.