Peter Warrick Wife Novels & Stories

But that rarely happened, since he spent most of his time with his girlfriend. Maybe… I shouldn’t have come here today at all—spending time with this annoying guy. And the moment the door opened, my mood immediately turned worse. A woman with a sweet smile walked in. “Miles, this is Iren. You know the York family—she’s been wanting to meet you.” Tucker looked at me, clearly trying to promote her. Of course, I knew the York family had a powerful name—but this just irritated me. “Miles, I’m really happy we can meet.”

I ask evenly. Her eyes flash with irritation. “Look,” she snaps, leaning forward now, her voice dropping into something sharper, more deliberate. “His wife went to Alan for a loan—apparently Peter has a gambling addiction. Bad one. He took that money and built himself a full lab in his basement.” She pauses, watching me, gauging whether I’m buying any of it. “He lives three doors down from me,” she adds. The room goes still. I let the silence sit, letting the weight of her claim settle between us. Then I tilt my head slightly, my voice lowering just enough to carry a warning.

The secretary fled the office in terror. "No need to dress up. You look better naked," Marion said, sitting down on the sofa with Debra. Parker looked up, stunned by Debra's beauty. He had seen countless beautiful women, but none compared to her. "Mr. Orrell, you keep staring at me. Is there something on my face?" Debra blinked. Parker felt his knees go weak. "Mr. Houston, who is this lady?" "My wife," Marion replied. Parker's lustful thoughts vanished instantly. He had heard of their engagement not long ago.

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.

Adrian's POV The warrant exploded across my burner phone like shrapnel in the dead of night. Alerts piled up from the scraps of my network *International warrant issued. Murder-for-hire. Conspiracy with intent to defraud and kill.* Maribel. That pathetic, whining mess had survived, clawed her way back from the brink, and sung like a canary to save her own hide. I could picture her in that hospital bed, swollen and broken, spilling every secret I'd trusted her with. Ungrateful. Disposable.

“Not only is it a barbaric law that I wouldn’t expect you to take advantage of, but would you really want me by those means? He is your long-time friend. It would plague you and always be between us.” “What makes you think that he would win?” Jasper asked with indignation. “Oh, stop,” Megan hissed. “Everyone just stop.” She set her coffee mug down on the coffee table in the sitting area of the bedroom and walked to stand between Jasper and Peter. “Before you set the testosterone free, calm down and look at the facts.” She turned to Peter. “I’ve always liked you. I was shocked when Angela told us that lie. Why we believed that she-devil, I’ll never know. The shame is on us for that one.”

We had a nice time and agreed to meet each other when I got back to LA. - Oh nice. I am glad. - Enough about me, now you.....What happened, why did you get married to Bruce Knight? What happened to Erick? - Well I saw him making out with Lisa, so I decided to continue my wedding, but I only changed the groom. - Wait what? - she asked Sarah was stunned. - What did you say? - Sarah asked again - I told you. He cheated on me with Lisa. - Lisa? As your stepsister Lisa?

He kisses my shoulder and stands, sliding out of me. “You know I wouldn’t be calling you if it wasn’t,” I hear Quirin say. I crawl onto the bed while Henry turns and sits beside me. I move behind him, wrapping my arms around him while I listen in, making sure nothing is wrong in our pack. “Do you know an Alpha Peter, Henry?” Henry growls. “Peter Moore? Patrick’s younger brother?” he asks, looking at me. “I just got off the phone with Wendy and Hacker. Apparently, Peter is the one who was planning to buy Piper.”

It went viral in an instant with hashtags like [LokemanGroupWithdrawsfromSnowGroup], [PowerMarriageFallsApart], and [GeorgiaCheating]. As a flood of comments and messages rolled in, I turned off my phone indifferently. This was just the beginning of the end for the Snow family. However, it was a fresh start for me. It was one worth celebrating. I glanced at my schedule, and there was an auction at Jute Palace. I had not planned on going, but a limited edition Patek Philippe watch in the catalogue caught my eye. It had an excellent design. I could buy it as a divorce gift for myself.

"That's Chanel haute couture! It hasn't even dropped yet—I saw the sketches online!" "No way... that's gotta be the Loredan heiress!" Heads turned. Whispers flew. Even Jared looked. He couldn't not. The second Jared saw her face, he froze. Around him, the shock rippled. Joanne gasped, "Lucia?" Yep. It was her—the missing wife, back like a drop-the-mic moment. She didn't even notice them. Too busy on the phone. "I know, Mom. I just left the orphanage... Yeah, I've changed. I'm at the entrance now."