Rebecca Patricia Armstrong Relationship Novels & Stories

"She runs a strip club, you know the kind of things that go down there? and not just a regular strip club, one for Sodom activities?" Fuck where is Timothy, where the fuck is Timothy when you need him. Rebecca took a deep breath in and released it, and at that very moment, I already knew what was gonna happen. "This wedding is not gonna hold", she announced. Everyone became silent. "Why?", my father asked. "What does your friend having a Sodom strip club have to do with your marriage, why are you talking nonsense?", her father asked. "Because I am a Lesbian and I am in a relationship with Beatrice ", she said boldly and clearly.

I said stiffly, my voice cold and formal. Rebecca’s jaw nearly dropped as she looked between the two of us, her mind visibly spinning with questions. “Wait. *Alpha Moonstone*?” she whispered loudly, grabbing my arm. “You’re still together!? I thought—” I shot her a warning look. “Rebecca, enough.” But Arthur didn’t say a word. His silence was deafening in the open space, indirectly affirming Rebecca’s wild assumptions. “That’s so romantic,” Rebecca sighed dreamily before practically dragging me into the building.

“Hello, beautiful ladies. I’m Natasha Strefield,Raymond Beckham’s wife ” “You guys are funny. A moment ago Patricia called him her son in law, now you say he is your husband when you aren’t Pollen” “Patricia lied” I said bluntly and everyone gasped. “Don’t you ever speak of me like that, you little brat!” “I forbid you to speak of my daughter like that!” My mother fired at her and a smile crept on my face. “Your daughter? Wait…” Patricia paused to analyze everything, and it clicked instantly.

The door slammed open and there he was, Armstrong, on the couch with Victoria using his lap as her pillow. They were having their best time. I couldn't imagine Armstrong cracking jokes with Victoria at the time he was supposed to be grieving. The man that just lost his son, his only child, a couple of hours ago. Even though my heart was already prepared for what I was seeing, my heart still twisted painfully. “What are you doing here?” Armstrong asked as his eyes looked at mine. “I didn't hear from you. You didn't reply to my text. That was what brought me.” “Yeah, because I knew you were still in grief,”

"As long as Meredith didn't wake up, Nicklaus will continue to wait. The person he will marry is our daughter, Meredith. He can't be with anyone else. It doesn't matter if he was the one back then, he had promised to marry Meredith himself. This will never change" Armstrong looked at her, his eyes darkened uncontrollably. However, he did not argue with her. Instead he leaned back into his chair, closed his eyes and rested. After being married for so many years, he had seen how powerful and stubborn she was. Since he knew that she was an unreasonable person, he was unbothered to continue arguing with her. "Hey! What the fuck! Why aren't you talking?" Seeing Armstrong closed his eyes and prete

Achuba replied. "I finally talked to Tina today," Achuba continued. "Really? How did that happen?" Armstrong asked as he sat up. "Well, it was all thanks to Richard, you don't happy I am today," Achuba explanation. *** Rebecca had just left her friends' place and was heading back home in her car. As she was driving, a thought of Richard came to her all of a sudden. For the first time 3 years, a thought of Richard came to her. She remembered how she was broken for days after she was told that Richard had left school. She thought she had forgotten about him completely, but after seeing him today, she felt something unique that she only felt once in her entire life. It was an old feeling she co

"Scarlett! I heard the most interesting things today. Patricia from the Hendersons' dinner said your tournament has been absolutely everywhere. She said it's one of the most talked-about events of the season." "It's going well," I said. "She also said," my mother continued, leaning even closer, "that there's been quite a bit of chatter about you and a certain hockey player." I kept my face neutral. "Mom." "I'm just repeating what was said to me. Apparently you two are very—" "We have a professional relationship." "Patricia said the word was 'cozy.'" "Patricia should mind her business." "Patricia is very well connected," my mother said cheerfully. "Is it the same man? The one I met? Preston?"

“Ms. Pierce, how long have you known Mr. Armstrong?” Dean’s attorney immediately objected. The judge overruled him. Madeline answered. The questioning continued. Slowly. Methodically. My lawyer guided her through the basics first. Establishing her relationship to Dean. Establishing her presence in the household. Establishing that she had firsthand knowledge of what occurred during Kai’s stay there. Then came the question. The one that changed everything. “During the period in which Kai Armstrong lived with Mr. Armstrong, did you observe interactions between father and son?”

There was a deafening silence in the dining area as everyone focused on consuming their food. "Okay, I have something to say," Devon began and Patricia turned to look at him. "I see my son, Bryce is looking for a partner. So I have decided to find him one. Susan McClean here is someone we have all known since she was little and she grew up together with Bryce. They have worked closely together and achieved a lot of success. Susan is a good woman and would make a fine wife. I think she makes a perfect partner for Bryce. We will have the engagement party this weekend," he said and Patricia frowned.

"Because she was worried about the baby." "Rebecca was worried? Rebecca tried to kill Adeline." "Rebecca was protecting herself. Adeline has been manipulating and lying to her for years." "So you came here to spy on Adeline?" "I came here to protect my grandchild." "Your grandchild?" "Blake's child. Rebecca's stepchild. My grandchild." I stared at Patricia. "You're not Hope's grandmother. You're not even related to Blake." "I raised Rebecca. Blake loves Rebecca. That makes me family."