Neymar's Wife Novels & Stories

How professional he was. “Good evening everyone,” were the words he said, before his fans went crazy again. “As everyone knows,things have been rough on me lately. I really think I should clear things with you guys. I know you guys have been curious about the girl that was constantly seen with me. I think it’s time to announce. This is Irene, my wife.” Wife? All this time I thought we were pretending to be, boyfriend and girlfriend. Really?

“It took you long enough to realize. Although you would have found out much earlier that your wife was the newly announced LG Group heir if you hadn't cut the call on me the last time we spoke.” For a moment, I thought I had misheard him. “What?” That was impossible. The Scarlett who begged for my attention, followed me around, and whom I barely gave a damn about inherited LG Group? That didn't make any sense. My grip tightened around my phone. “Where is she?” “You already know, Ethan. As a matter of fact, the whole world currently knows your wife is getting married to Adrian Hartley as we speak.”

Since I had been in this house even though I was locked up in that room I knew there was no other woman in this house except me. Before I could even get a word out, the woman spoke up. "Oh, you must be Selena, his contract wife," she said nonchalantly. "I'm his girlfriend, Natalia." I felt like the ground had fallen out from beneath me. How could he have a girlfriend and then get married to me? I had not been bothered about his reason behind the wedding because my mind was clouded by the safety of my mum and sister but now I wanted to know why he had gotten married to me.

said Naya politely, with a hint of fear. The middle-aged woman immediately looked at Naya. "Who is she, Lucas?" she asked politely. "She is..." "Your wife? So, this beautiful woman is the one your grandmother told me about. Hmm!" Now the middle-aged woman's gaze shifted to scan Naya from head to toe. "Yes, Mrs. Andrean. This is Mr. Lucas's wife, and her name is Kanaya," explained Bayu. Naya immediately extended her hand to shake hands, and the woman named Andrean happily accepted Naya's handshake.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

The headline was still pulled up, written boldly beneath a photograph that had been taken outside a restaurant downtown. He was with a woman, and they were close enough that the photographer hadn’t needed to stretch the implication. Billionaire Julian Black spotted with mystery woman. Is this the infamous wife finally stepping into the spotlight? Julian looked at it for a moment longer, maybe two. Then he looked away and took a sip of his drink. “Where did you find that?” he asked. “It’s trending,” Lena said. “I didn’t have to find it. It found me.” “It’s nothing,” he said.

“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.” He turned to Lena and handed her the mic. Her hands trembled slightly as she took it, but she held her gaze steady. “I’m not a socialite,” she began. “I’m not from wealth. But I am a woman who believes in hard work, in loyalty, and in standing by those who stand by me. Carson and I may have started unconventionally, but there is nothing fake about who we are today.” The crowd was silent. Not ev

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

Alexander moved even closer and held her waist bringing his mouth directly close to her ear. “A chance to keep your dads company name provoke me and I’ll buy it for the cheap price that is currently worth” The company workers have been getting inquiries from their friends and family about Alexander's wife, asking if they know who she is. Since the news about him has spread like wildfire, everyone is dying to know who the lucky woman to marry the billionaire is. Here’s a corrected version with minimal changes: One of the workers was passing by, saw the scene, and took a picture, happy that she had cracked the code on who Alexander Steele's wife is, and quickly shared it online. Before Charlot