President's Secret Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

The smile froze on Mia's face before she asked cautiously, "Did you two get into another fight? Tell me what happened. I'll straighten her out for you." Watching her pat her chest defensively for me made my eyes sting. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Cynthia had secretly had a child with her ex-husband and kept it from me for five whole years. Right then, the ward door swung open. A little boy came bursting into the room. It took me only a second to recognize him as Theo. Sure enough, Cynthia walked in right behind him. "Granny! Mommy and I came to see you!" Mia's face instantly lit up. She pulled Theo into her arms, showering him with kisses. "My sweet boy, it's been so l

Serena moaned—low, broken—and rocked against him instinctively, feeling him hard and straining beneath her. “You think I wanted to pretend?” he continued, voice rough, ragged. “You think I didn’t hate every red carpet, every photo op, every time she smiled for the cameras while I counted the hours until I could get back to you? You think I didn’t want to drag you into the light and say you are my wife?" Serena’s hands slid down to his shoulders, nails digging in through his shirt. “Then do it,” she hissed, grinding down on him until he cursed under his breath. “Stop hiding. Stop letting her wear your name. Stop making me the secret.”

"W-What do you mean?" I stood up, looking down at her from above. "It means, did you really think you were the only one who knew this secret? While you were on your hunger strike demanding to see me, your dear father already handed over this 'secret' and all the evidence to Prince Khalid to save his own skin." I pulled out my phone, opened a video, and placed it in front of her. In the video was Bobby. He was kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly. He looked even more pathetic than Brandon as he spilled every sordid detail from back then. To prove his sincerity, he even voluntarily handed over the forged evidence from years ago, along with a complete audio recording.

Sophia practically gritted her teeth as she squeezed those words out. "But do you know that the assistant you're holding onto is a married man? Wouldn't his wife be upset seeing you clinging to him like this?" Celeste feigned surprise, then said with a smile. "Of course, I know who his soon-to-be ex-wife is! If it weren't for the company's arrangements today, he wouldn't even be here. If you ask me, Ms. Monroe, you should be thanking me for bringing him!" Celeste knew exactly how to get under Sophia's skin.

"I don't understand what you are talking about. What photos and articles are you referring to?" "You've been stalking me for the last month, Lucas. Admit it! You must have taken those pictures. You deliberately handed them over to the media so that I would fall." "Media?" Lucas acted stupid. "Oh, that popular gossip article? The President Director of Elles Investment apparently likes to seduce top businessmen. She doesn't even care if they are married. She even struggles harder to get attention. I was also surprised when I read it. Is that true? You became frustrated after Edmund rejected you, hmm?"

” He took a deep breath before he continued again, “You are my wife. I don't want you to think I don't want people to know about us. It's just that I can't reveal you in front of them, or they might kill you. Of course I wouldn't let it come to that. But I want to be sure. As much as I can be.” I looked at his tensed expression, he looked quite bothered by whatever he had in his mind. And whatever he was saying. “It's okay. I can just stay in the villa until then. When the time comes, we'll do as preferred by the situation.” His expression relaxed a bit. “I appreciate it Grace. Don't worry, when the time comes you'll enjoy every single thing, you should as my wife.” “Oh. I'm not worrying. It

I responded lazily, but before we could leave, Abraham stopped me, surprising me. "You're Agatha, Ares' fiancée, right? I'm Abraham Ulysses Narvaza, son of the president of this company, and this lady here…" He paused, looking at me. "This is my cousin. I can bring her here whenever I want to. As a mere investor, you have no right to question her presence here. Excuse me, we're in a hurry," he declared and guided me away from the two. "Sir Ulysses, it's you. He's inside. Just come in," she said politely, gesturing towards the door behind his cubicle. A "President" sign was displayed on the door.

His eyes -widened In amusement . " She .she ..is ...o God ..help me .. before I eat her alive "- muttering that he rubbed his neck and ear which is so hot due to blushing .. Yes ..he is blushing by seeing his love who is walking towards him .. He is so happy like a glowing moon ..he is smiling ..it's now shock to all . Because he is known as a cold president ..His smile is reserved . It means ..his smile is only for his wife .. " Take care of her son ..She is still a kid .. don't mind her nagging please "- said her father .

How could he father a people when he didn’t have a child of his own. Alyssa’s face whitened a bit. That’s what the both of them must have been discussing when she bumped into the first couple. She had no right to intervene. Richard was simply a husband until now. But a father with Katherine as the mother of his child. She could not feel cheaper if she kept this up. She stuttered when they asked her if she has any insight on the President’s marriage as the director of the Secret Service. She immediately rushed out to the back lawn for a cigarette. Her purse in her hand fished out the packet and the lighter as she sat down on the bench alone.