Peter Warrick Wife Novels & Stories

"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."

Peter came down and called Wanda before smiling at her, she stood up and walked toward him and they both walked to take their seats. "It's good to see you again." He said to her. "It's good to see you too Peter." She smiled. She looked around the house and wondered why it was quiet. "Everyone's out. Sarah's in Chicago, Maya has a production coming up so she's practically living at the Theatre and Diane is working on a design project so she's very busy." "You must be bored in this big house." She said. "Why not call Elliot to come over?" Peter frowned and relaxed into his chair. He had called her to talk about Elliot and the contract, he liked Wanda a lot and it was a shame she would not beco

Peter managed to answer the unprepared question, even though he didn’t understand why Jackson Michaelson was interested in knowing about his personal information. He didn’t think it was part of the job requirements, but he knew that he just had to answer. The contract was worth millions of dollars, and if he got it, he wouldn’t have to worry about a damn thing during his retirement. If he even managed to do the work better than his company expected, his income might increase. “Remarried? When?” Jackson asked again in a domineering voice as he sized Peter up. “Few months ago. She’s a young, beautiful woman,” Peter flaunted when he remembered the girl he had married a few months before.

This one gave the vibe of both old and modern from the mixed architecture. Mr De Marco stepped out of his car and then ran to the passenger's seat. That's when I realised he was with someone. A fair hand accepted his hand and she stepped out. Radiant chestnut hair and a smile that lit up her hazel eyes. Karis De Marco, his wife and one of the biggest business icons. They once made headlines because Karis was her husband's former rival. I wasn't into rich people gossip but I heard a bit about them from my mother. She was beautiful just like rumours.

“Come in.” Warrick entered with his usual measured steps. His expression was composed; he rarely displayed emotion. This was precisely why Abigail trusted him and made him her confidant—he was not easily shaken by trivial matters. “Last night,” Abigail said, going straight to the point because she knew this morning's discussion was not about something trivial, “at the Alpha's birthday celebration, I saw a strange woman.” Warrick did not respond immediately. He waited for Abigail to finish speaking.

the man said the moment he sat on the chair opposite Aiden. Aiden shifted his gaze from the laptop screen to Peter’s face. “Just finishing up some stuff. What about you? What are you doing here?” Peter shrugged his broad shoulders. “Just dropping by to get some things before heading out to lunch.” “With Tina?” Aiden asked. Peter nodded. “Yep. With the wife. Speaking of which, here she is now.” Aiden flicked his gaze to see Tina Williams, Peter’s beloved wife, coming in through the door of his office.

How could that be? Michael’s ex-wife was not only an elite lawyer, but she was also Wisteria, who had vanished for several years! F*ck! Ivan appeared to have realized something at this point and looked at Michael.

“I can’t. I won’t be second choice to a woman that could bring such pain into your eyes. You still belong to her. I might belong to someone else.” “Our world really is turned upside down.” Peter held her so tightly before he let her go. Opening a door he retrieved a sweat suit and handed it to her. “While you dressed I am going to make us both something to eat. Don’t run away.” “Who is your wife?” “My wife is Sammy Hoffman. I met and married her in Cape Town. I blinked and she took flight. I am trying to catch her but she is in full flight.” Peter stood in the opened front door looking at the speed with what his wife was running from him.

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

Peter was a little shocked to hear this and said, "What are you saying, Mr. Varghese, Jasmine is my friend, and we are going to get married soon; how can you talk to me like this?" "Do you want to marry him, Jasmine?" Eric said, looking at Jasmine. So Jasmine nodded yes; seeing this, Eric's eyes narrowed, and he said to Peter, "Whoever you are, I need to discuss something privately with my caretaker. Can you leave?" Jasmine held Peter's hand and said, "Peter go from here; I also have to talk something to Eric sir."