Polo G Wife Novels & Stories

"What did you just say?" "You must legally marry Miss Windy Guanzon." My eyebrows pulled together. Windy Guanzon? I had never heard that name in my entire life. Was my grandfather joking? Because if this was his final attempt to control my personal life, he had clearly gone too far. I didn't even know who the hell Windy Guanzon was. Attorney Castillo turned another page. "Miss Windy Guanzon is the daughter of the late Ernesto Guanzon," he explained. "Don Alejandro's closest friend... and his kumparé."

I said to him. "You mean your ex-wife?" James asked me with an inquisitive look. "Yes, my ex-wife", I said to James in reply. "Okay, what did she do?" James asked me, and at the same time, the waiter came with his own drink. "Thank you," Henry said to the waiter, who nodded in reply before turning and walking away. "Are you aware of her new relationship with Mrs Gonzalez?" I asked James who was pouring his drink inside his glass. "Yes, I'm aware of it," James said to me.

She had worked late into the night that day, rubbing her hands raw with blisters. As I applied ointment to her palms, I scolded her for being foolish. She had only smiled and said, “If my husband and child want something, I’ll make sure they have it.” We had been so good then. We met in college. She had been a poor student with nothing to her name, and I had been the son of the wealthiest family in Rivershire.

I stood at the door of the church chapel and watched my wife, Olivia Spencer, lean into the arms of another man. That man was my younger brother, David Spencer. David complained, “This rosary really digs into the skin.” “Then, take it off for me.” Olivia had always treasured her rosary. She would not even let me touch it. Yet, my brother was teasingly lifting it between his lips and pulling it from her neck. He tossed it to the floor like it was worthless.

Before I could even find the right words, Phil spoke first. "I might consider that a slip of the tongue coming from you, young lady. But for your information, the woman standing beside me is not just an ordinary woman. She is Bianca Landon. My wife." The moment those words left his mouth, my lips parted in complete shock. My wife? The surrounding crowd erupted instantly. Even the reporters looked stunned. Several cameras lowered for a second as though their owners weren't sure they had heard correctly. The expressions on their faces told me everything.

She turned her head around, paused picking up some earrings to match up with her night dress for the gala dinner that night. She looked away when Curtis threw the magazine on the couch next to her. “What you know about it?” he stared at his wife. Susan smirked. “He’s dating a model, Emma Smithson. She used to be a girl friend of Gabrièl Pinot.” Curtis turned his head to his wife, he spread out his arms on the couch. “Who is he?” “The owner of one of the famous womenswear around the world.” His wife stopped picking up the accessories and she showed him the ones she chose with a gown she was going to wear.

At least, she should have looked at the man's face. She feels very depressed. "I'm sorry, baby. I can't give you a complete family. I can't let you ride on your father's shoulders like other babies." Tears run down her thin cheek. "Wow, the couple over there are a perfect match!" "Yes! Handsome husband, beautiful wife! That girl seems to be the daughter of Mayor Lewis!" "Is that Abby?" "Yes. It's her. Wow, her husband is so handsome!" A couple comes up the corridor. The pregnant women around Nina are talking.

The headline made me feel sick: "SECRET CEO REVEALED: Fashion Mogul Jane Phillips-Garrett Is Holmes Family Wife!" Below that was a picture of Christian putting my wedding ring back on my finger at the gala. "This can't be happening," I said to myself. I clicked on the article. It was worse than I'd imagined. "Jane Phillips-Garrett, the mysterious CEO of P&G Industries, was revealed last night to be the wife of billionaire Christian Holmes. The couple, who sources say have been living separately for months, appeared to reconcile at a charity gala where Phillips-Garrett was honored as one of New York's top entrepreneurs."

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

It made it seemed like she was still married to Gael or maybe in the process of getting divorced, but was actively and shamelessly cheating on him with his richer cousin. “Wow! I said it. I knew I had seen her before with Gael Torres. Now I remember where, it was at the Armani’s company anniversary.” “What? She had gone with her husband to that party?” “Yes and it seems she must have decided to go after her husband’s wealthier cousin.” “How shameless. And the nerves to come here with Don Lorenzo. Even her husband is here tonight. Just how low can a woman stoop because of money.” “I heard her family lost everything they had. She must be trying to get rich through Lorenzo.”