Neymar's Wife Novels & Stories

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

She seemed to be in her late twenties or early thirties she had delicate features and she looked beautiful. "This is my wife Marion, Marion this is His Highness Nicklaus and His wife Tiana." He introduced. "It's an honor to meet you, Your Highness." She greeted. "Please come inside." It was a small house but it was neat and looked comfortable. Tiana could see Marion glancing at Nicklaus now and then looking surprised. From the way she looked at him, Tiana knew she hadn't expected him to look the way he did. She couldn't blame her, she never thought he would look like this either before she got married to him.

Or maybe that was just Irina's head that went quiet while the rest of the world buzzed at its normal volume. Irina looked at Sarah Reeves. At the recorder. At the question hanging between them in the warm afternoon air like something that needed to be said, and now that it had been said, felt enormous and terrible and very, very real. Irina took a breath. Then, she said, clearly and evenly, with absolutely no tremor in her voice, "I'm Neo McKinney's wife. That's what I am. Everything else is my private business, and I ask that you respect it."

“Get out of my sight before I—” “Fine,” Nero cut in. Rea turned to him sharply. “What?! Are you serious? You just got married, and you're allowing your…” she turned, and gave Marena a disgusted once over. “— whore to move into your house—with your pregnant wife?” Nero barely spared her a glance. “Shut up, Rea. And stay out of this. I don’t have time for this.” He barely glanced at Marena. “Do what you want, Marena. Just stay out of my way.”

Naera is excited to celebrate her marriage with her husband. It was the 3rd year of their being married to each other. She is an orphan child who longed to have a family of her own, married a guy named Marco Klein, who treated her as if she was a very special girl in the whole world. Her in-laws were quite strict but civil with her even though she knows that they did not favor her. She looked at her husband sideways with a smile on her face.

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.

At the company, Adel sat behind his desk. Heba opened the office door and stepped inside, stopping in front of him. “Good morning, Mr. Adel,” she said. “Good morning, Heba.” “I have important news.” “Please, sit down.” Heba took the chair opposite him and said, “After the lawyer’s investigations, he confirmed that Naomi is still legally your wife. Your status is lawful—husband and wife. However, when he searched Naomi’s records, he also found that she is registered as the wife of another man named Adham. Legally, she is married to two men at the same time. You can file a case against Naomi and have her imprisoned if you wish.”

she asked. "No, I mean sure, but he did not see my face.” "What will happen if you do?" "Nothing really, he will be meeting his ex-wife, Serene Brights." "As a rich CEO and everything he never dreamt you could be," she added. "Yes, and where is Neina?" I inquired since I could not see her. "She is out with someone special; I will let you know when she returns, and my special someone has arrived too; I will call you later, Serene," she added, hanging up the phone.

On getting something out of this marriage. I took my phone again, curiosity washed over me. I wanted to verify Clara's words. Was the interview session truly on the news? As I toggled with the screen, hurrying through pages which floated out, then I switched on my connectivity, several notifications flooded my phone. And there it was. The caption. It read: "Latest on Billionaire Nelson's marriage: Wife claimed it wasn't a contract." I flipped through the pages, glancing through the headlines. A picture of me and Nelson hovered on the front page, my lips parted into a smile but I quickly discarded it.

The next headline played, The CEO of VARDE, Mr. Navy Alessandro Leonardo AFFIRMS HE'S STILL MARRIED TO HIS WIFE, DESPITE HIS SHENANIGANS WITH THE PRESIDENT'S DAUGHTER- claims Cecilia and his wife, Rosé Elodie Willian are good friends. My lips parted in shock at the ridiculousness of the lie Navy would tell just to keep his reputation intact. Cecilia and I are good friends? I muttered quietly. "Rich people problems," Amir chimed, snatching the remote on the table. "Rosé Elodie Willian. That's a weird name, unique but weird."