President's Secret Wife Novels & Stories

She had been watching Isla since she stepped out of the car, observing with the disbelief of someone seeing a ghost. The moment Isla began following the secretary, the woman could no longer take it… She shouted at the top of her voice, making both of them stop on the spot. “Where do you think you’re going?” Isla halted mid-step. The secretary was also startled; she turned her head toward the direction of the sound. And then they saw her… The voice and the face belonged to no other person but Vanessa Hayes herself. The president’s wife. The wife whose husband’s seat was hanging by a thread.

For her own safety, it was crucial that our marriage remained a secret, it was the only way that she could go to college and finish her education without being targeted. "I'm sorry, Heather, but from now henceforth you're no longer my wife.”

Seeing them go up the stairs, Virgil heaved a sigh of relief and walked into the kitchen. The couple began to look at each other. At this moment, they didn't even have the content to chat, only the common shock in their eyes. "Is this child really dating the Mr. President?" Letitia asked her husband softly. "She has taken him back home. Of course it's true. I just didn't expect it!" "She must have known him when she was working in Presidential Palace. Ah! The Mr. President is even younger than the one seen on TV, he's even more handsome!" Letitia laughed, and she was extremely shocked just now. But now, the two elders were extremely excited.

For several days, she strolled through the door of the tea room. What she hear is someone in one department in love with someone in another department. The head of the department went home to have a baby. There is nothing she wants. Today, when she went to the tea room for the last time, the wossip finally drifted to the president of Max Family. The content is that the secretary, who likes the president, has never smiled since the first lady of the Waltson family came to work. This morning, she accidentally mistook the emergency document required by the president.

"You've forgotten I now work as a cook in tbe presidential mansion? Have met his six years old son a couple of times" "Oh..." Bonnie gave a meaningful nod, "That must he him. The son of the President and his vegetative fiancee, huh" "The wife of the President is a vegetable?" At once, Sam was shocked. Bonnie nodded, "Yeah, don't you know that?" Samantha shook her head because honestly, she do not know.

The scent of the man approaching soon blended with the air, and every breath was like the sweet smell of freesias appealing to Araceli's nostrils. Though her hate for this man was enormous, the sweet smell of his skin and perfume was magnetic. His aura was his secret charm, and his physique, emerald eyes, and his well-chiseled face and body could get him any woman he wanted yet he had her wrapped around his thumbs and never away from his radar. Francisco Valvez Salazar! A top presidential candidate in the coming Mexico election. A man whose name could cause shivers in the people of Mexico. Araceli had approached Francisco cause she thought he had hands in Franco's disappearance. She had gain

Becky “I can't come and live with you just because I signed some irrelevant papers, Mr President” “But that irrelevant papers showed that you're now my wife kitty” He said with a wink showing me his annoying dimples “You don't understand it, I only agreed to marry you because of the contract, we never talked about leaving together” “Well you're now my wife so what do you expect?” “I can't do this Mr President, I can't live with you” “That's fine, you might as well forget about the contract” He smiled in a cunning way

"You're so annoying, Harold. Remember to turn off the camera by the bed. I don't want to be filmed." "Okay. After all, I only installed it for your useless husband and Sarah." The man actually dug out a hidden camera from the cabinet across the bed. Then, he started to undress Winona. Soon, the room was filled with Winona's lustful moans and the man's dirty talk. With a loud clatter, I locked the tablet. At that moment, I felt like a real clown. I looked up, meeting Sarah's eyes. To my surprise, I did not see any sign of derision or pity in them.

Yes. "Hahaha..." Cecelia smiled happily. "Such a good man like him, I wonder what kind of woman he will find?" Speaking of this, Cecelia looked at William mysteriously and said, "Brother, you are usually close to the president. You secretly told me if the president is married? Or if he has a girlfriend or something?" William turned his gaze and replied, "We're married." "We're married!?" Cecelia pursed her lips. "Then his wife will definitely be fine as well."

I remembered every detail of that night. A sudden acute myocarditis had struck me. The situation was critical, so the doctors scheduled an emergency heart surgery. As I signed the pre-op forms, my hand trembled so badly I could barely write. “Where’s my wife?” I asked. The nurse’s face was full of sympathy. “Mr. Drake, Mrs. Drake had urgent company matters. She’ll be back soon.” Even as the anesthesia began to take hold on the operating table, I thought—when she arrived, I would give her a piece of my mind.