Paul Heyman Wife Novels & Stories

Someone asked Paul, "Special Assistant Paul, who was this woman just now?" The people in the meeting room did not know Ellena. Those who did not know her were all senior members of the Arnoult Group. Some of the young people naturally knew Ellena. Without waiting for Paul, When he spoke, someone took the initiative to reply: "This woman seems to be the president's ex-wife. She was on the news a while ago." Hearing this, everyone looked at each other and did not say anything else. Paul walked out of the meeting room and stood in front of Edward's office for a moment. He shook his head and left.

“Leah!!” He shouted but she is not moving, even the hum he heard just a while ago is gone. Staring at her, he look if she is still breathing but before he can even confirm it, he face landed on the ground as he fall together with his seat. He was kicked falling, and the one responsible for that is none other than Paul. “Release her at once” Boredly looking at Aiden, he bends his knees to sit and see Aiden clearly. “Isn’t she your wife? What shall I do with her then?”

amazing people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting in my life. I’m sorry about the way I ended things maybe I could have done things better. A part of me would always care for you.” Natasha stepped a step closer finally meeting his eyes. Then silence again. It was comfortable like a silence between two long-time friends. A slight cough brought them apart and their heads around. Rachel had heard everything. So this was the Natasha. She looked like she belonged to a magazine cover. She was tall with the most alluring brown eyes. Her wavy blonde hair rested beautifully on her shoulders. She was perfect. Natasha held out a hand to her. “Oh hi, I didn’t know you were here. I’m Natasha.” “Hey I

Serena frowned and motioned to Ida, who immediately stepped forward and clicked on the video. Paul saw what was on the video and blanched in horror, standing up in a panic and quickly closing the office door. "Serena, what do you mean?" He'd known Ryan for so many years that he was well aware that the man was extremely petty, and if he knew he was hanging out with Kitty, he was only too afraid he'd skin both of them. Ryan's wife's name is Kitty, and the couple has known each other for many years, but in fact, before Kitty married Ryan, she had a first love, and that first love was Paul.

After a while, he asked in a hoarse voice, "What happened to her?" Shea clenched her hands, looking worried. "I don't know. Judging by her husband's reaction, maybe she's pregnant." Paul's face paled at the mention of "pregnant." After a long pause, he said hoarsely, "I didn't know. It wasn't intentional." Shea remained silent as the nurse arrived and reinserted the catheter. Perhaps due to the recent events, Paul didn't insist on leaving this time. He settled down quietly.

“Where I left her—inside the foyer.” Her? Alaric dropped his feet to the floor in surprise. Before Paul even continued, he already had a suspicion of who it could be. “Do I even want to know why Christopher Wesley's wife is here?” Paul demanded in a low voice. “Ex,” Alaric muttered, putting his beer down on the coffee table. Paul made a face. “Like that matters. What the hell…?”

Celena scowled and cut him off before he could finish, "Paul, I really appreciate your honesty, and I'm flattered by your devotion, but I've already turned you down multiple times in the past, and nothing you say will change that. "Liam is my husband. I love him very much, and we're a very happy family together. What goes on in my private life is none of your concern." As she said this, she turned to gaze at Liam tenderly as though she was the happiest woman on earth. The sight of this made Paul's blood boil. He roared, "Are you really sure about this, Celena? This useless twat can't protect you! He can't give you the life you deserve! You deserve much, much better than this! You're going to

" Ma'am ?? But sir, she is an assistant to Manyata ma'am... I even call Sonia as Sonia. " " I don't care what you call Sonia... " " But they both hold the same position in the office. " " Srusti holds a special position. Please call her ma'am. " " I am sorry sir... I did not understand. Why is Sru... Ms Mehra..." He was speaking but I cut his sentence. " Ms Mehra, is actually Mrs Paul, Harry. She is Mrs Srusti Mohit Paul. My wife. " " What ?? Oh my God!!! Your wife??? When did that happen?? "

She pressed on. “Come on, ma. You know that is not true.” I defended. She's always been a dramatic person. It was always draining to talk to her. She sneered, as if not believing. “Well, how's that husband of yours?” “Paul—his name is Paul.” I glared at her. “And he is fine, he had to step out to handle something.” “So he left you alone…again?” She moved closer to the camera, that I could only see her eyes through her glasses. “To tend to some business, while leaving my poor baby to entertain herself. I don't like that.” She hissed.

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”