Polo G Wife Novels & Stories

Mandy smiled as Mark stood beside a dark-haired woman, a huge smile sliding across his handsome face. “There you guys are. I was getting worried.” “We’re not even late,” Carl grumbled as Mandy let his younger brother pull her into a friendly hug. “True.” Mark motioned for the woman to stand. “Mandy, this is my wife, Paula.” The woman tilted her head and lifted her lips in a less-than-pleasant smirk. “Hmmm. Nice to meet you. Not the woman I would expect Carl to date, but still very pretty.”

“Okay, she married you for all that, cool. But regardless, you guys are married, you sleep in the same bed, possibly make love, so how long are you gonna keep behaving single?” He smiled and looked away. “How long are you gonna keep acting like this? Cause I know that when I get married, I am done with clubs and all that crazy stuff. I'm already minimizing it.” He shrugged, indifferent. “Regardless of why she married you, I think it's the best choice you've ever made. I don't see you marrying any one of the girls that are in your entourage, especially not Elza.” “Hell no.” He laughed. “So be grateful for having Preetah.”

the two girls said uniformly and chuckled at the slight coincidence "then without further delay, let me introduce my new wife who goes by the name Rose, she's my priceless jewel now," my husband said and kissed my cheek "It's nice to meet you, Mrs Rose, I'm Kingsley Decker" his son replied and stretched his hand for a handshake I shook hands with him and we both smiled at each other "I'm Lisa, it's nice to meet you," one of the girls said and shook hands with me "I'm Georgina, the last born of the house, it's a pleasure having you in our family," the last girl said

"I also have records showing that while I was sacrificing everything for my family and neglecting myself, she repeatedly claimed she had to stay at the office because the company was in a critical phase, when in reality, she was living in hotels with Owen. "And I have footage of her using the company anniversary gala to make her affair partner official and calling him the most important person in her life."

Her perfume is something French and subtle, the kind that doesn't announce itself until you're already in a room with it. "I debated coming," she says, turning to face me. "James said I shouldn't interfere. That it wasn't our business." She pauses. "But it felt like the kind of thing you'd want to know." She found out two days ago. Isabelle, she says, reached out through a mutual friend, angling for a lunch that turned into something else entirely. The questions started casually. How was Dominic seeming lately? Was he happy? And his new wife, the one from the wedding, did she seem genuine? Was the marriage real?

A stone formed in the pit of my stomach, weighing me down. "I won't provoke him, Todd. I know the risks. She is my wife, and I'm getting her back. Now get me the intel I need." I growled out, cutting the call as the traffic started to clear and I was getting closer and closer to home. I finally parked the car in the underground lot. Memories of Stephanie exiting the car, her devious smile as I claimed her lips against my favorite sports car. How she screamed for me pressed up against my Rolls-Royce. The elevator came, misting into new memories—the way she bit her full lip, those uncertain eyes when she came to my penthouse for the first time, how I always knew she would be mine.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

, and Maria said no. "You did what you felt and trust me if it was me I would have done the same thing or more worse than this. Coz you know even in this emotional torture going inside you, you didn't accused him nor did you misunderstood the whole situation. It was all bottled up inside you and I'm happy to know that you are a sharp lady. And I'm sure with this smart ass brain of yours will never let your title wife be snatched by anyone. She was and will always be a past and you his present and future being his one and only wife for life", Dia smiled hearing her place was reserved and she knows her place and position was so strong and powerful that everyone will need to bow down near her.

Another message popped up, "Tell no one if you want to live." "Nothing!" Adriana retorted sharply," I just need to...." "Nathan!" Someone yelled from afar and Adriana twisted in the direction the voice came from. Rodriguez and his wife. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that showed his bubbly nature and grey shorts that exposed a little more than his tanned thighs. His wife, on the other hand, was dressed in a long summer gown that had printed hibiscus all round and fitted well with her fashion sense and comfort.

He rolls his eyes at my reprimand and keeps driving. "You seem to have adapted well to working with Pierre," I continue. "Yes, I’ve learned a lot from him. He’s amazing. I could almost say Pierre is my work husband," Giselle says brightly, catching me completely off guard. "What?!" Kalet and I shout in unison. "Haven’t you ever heard of having a work husband?" "No!"