Novel & Cerita Patrick Kane Wife

They weren't his children but they were his pack and that made them family. One of the women made her way through the crowd to Kane's side. She wrapped her arm around him and you could see the affection in his eyes. This was his mate. She was very beautiful. She was the perfect size for his large frame. She fit perfectly under his chin with her tightly curled hair and chocolate brown skin. Her eyes were a beautiful brown and her smile was infectious. "Dear aren't you going to introduce us?" Kane smiled sweetly at her. "This is my wife Sonya. Then you have Torrence, Jordan, Keth, Anna, Reagan, Andrew and somewhere is our little one Sara." Just then a beautiful little girl came out from the cr

Never let them see you sweat. “I’m here,” he said simply. “What do you want?” Reginald chuckled. “Straight to business. Good. You always had your father’s spine.” The others leaned forward slightly. One of them … Victor Kane … spoke first. “We’ve been watching the situation with your ex-wife. Aria Myles.” Jason’s fist clenched under the table, but his face stayed blank. “She knows too much,” Victor continued. “She sat at your side for three years. She attended the private events. She saw the crates. And she also heard the names of the people mentioned. Although it’s a pity, but any wife that leaves the family must be dealt with. Especially one that knows too much.”

Lisa's mother, Katherine Pike, added her cold commentary, "I said it from the beginning. How could some poor boy from the mountains ever match our educated family? You pretended to be a devoted husband for a few years, and now, you're just walking away. What a schemer!" Their daughter had betrayed our marriage, yet these two blamed me first. I used all my strength to wrench free from Jackson's grip, struggling to keep my voice from shaking too badly. "Your daughter's the one who doesn't want to celebrate the occasion. As for why, you should ask her yourselves. It makes me sick." Katherine only grew more aggressive after hearing my words. "Even so, you shouldn't just walk out. Are you expecti

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.

She replies, shooting me a baffled look. “Dr Kane is the one who helped you cover your scent?” I growl, growing more suspicious, not to mention more angry by the minute. “Yes.” Selene repeats, more gently this time, as if she can sense the direction of my thoughts. “And you knew she was pregnant when she supposedly died?” I demand of Dr Kane, “And you said nothing?” “I didn’t think the information would do anything but cause you more grief.” Dr Kane sighs, looking regretful. My wife crinkles her nose, “Am I missing something?”

“I was told the accident… took someone’s life. Paula Whitney. I sincerely mourn her passing. And once I was cleared up to go home, since my recovery could continue there, the first thing I did was visit her grave. There was no way I could ignore Mrs. Paula.” "Do you know who Mrs. Paula Whitney is? She was a prominent woma—" "The wife of Mr. Orlando Gilbert, right?" I smiled calmly. "Yes, I know who she was. My manager told me. And the issue with the Gilbert family has already been resolved. Isn’t that right, Mr. Manager?" I turned to Rio, who nodded in agreement. "That’s right," Rio answered promptly. "There are no issues with the Gilbert family. Everything has been handled in the best way p

he answered. The name echoed heavily. It was the same one Ashley was now known by. He's the only son of his parents and the only popular Nolan Watson. “What do you mean?” Joshua asked. “I only just found out. That’s why I came to confront Father, only to meet him like this.” “You mean the Nolan we all know is now married to Mrs. Ruth’s daughter? No way,” he asked, his tone laced in disbelief “Yes. He’s her husband, the same woman he left Pookie for.”

“Y-Yes, ma’am. Of course. You’re his wife but—” “Exactly,” I cut in, stepping a little closer. “His wife. Not a guest. Not a client. Not some assistant from accounting asking for a meeting slot. Wife. W-I-F-E. So, you’re really going to look me in the eye and tell me I can’t go in there?” His lips opened, closed, then opened again like he was buffering. It was almost impressive how quickly that courage drained from his face. “Mrs. Kane, I-I was just following orders, I swear, he said...”

" I clenched my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palms. Blood dripped through my fingers. The pain in my chest drowned everything out. I watched Hayden's arrogance and Wendy's indifference, realizing for the first time that my ten years of devotion had been nothing but a colossal joke. Just then, the attending physician shouted, "Mr. Kirkland! There's a pulse! She has a pulse again, but it's very weak. We need surgery immediately, or she won't survive!" My head snapped up. A flicker of hope burst through me. I crawled toward Wendy again. "You heard him! My mom still has a pulse! Save her. I'll do anything. I'll kneel to both you and Hayden." I repeatedly slammed my head onto the groun

Killian just started talking, not even bothering to hold back and if there was one thing that I felt at that moment, it was embarrassment. The way he said it made me feel embarrassed. And his father just looked at me like I was nothing but a failure sitting next to his son. “So you went from pot to fire? You brought in another gold digger into my own. One that looks like the past one. Are you trying to spite me?!” Patrick suddenly slammed his fists on the table. “Do you even call this a wife? She's not even qualified to work among my maids and my son marries her? Killian Kavannagh!!” Patrick yelled so loudly as his eyes blazed with raw anger.