Regina George Significant Others Novels & Stories

MIRA The rumours reached the hospital on a Friday. Not dramatically. Rumours rarely arrived dramatically in the hospital environment; they arrived the way most things arrived there, embedded in the ordinary flow of the day, folded into a passing comment or a question asked with the carefully maintained neutrality of someone who is asking more than they appear to be asking. It was one of the junior registrars who mentioned it first, not to me but in my hearing, to another registrar in the corridor outside the cardiac unit. She said: "Did you see the piece online about Damien Woods? That he and his fiancee have separated?"

And the call ended. Now I understand why Regina said those things this morning. If she wants to destroy my relationship with Geoff, then she should try harder. I trust my husband fully. I just hoped I found out about this matter earlier. Why does Regina hate me so much? Nancy said Regina seems close with Erica, meaning Regina can like a woman who is related to Geoff. I am not hated because she I am Geoff’s current wife. Maybe it's because of my background, being raised by a single mom I guess is not acceptable for her. Or maybe it is because I wasn't born rich. I am not a part of any wealthy family. I can't help but feel small now. I am not wearing elegant clothes and I look tired at the mom

I explained the discovery while Maude listened, her face growing more troubled with each detail. “That is quite a coincidence,” Maude said finally. “It’s not coincidence!” The words came out sharper than I’d intended. “Maude, you know how I respect your perspective, but this is not a chance encounter. Absolutely not.” “It’s a small world—” “Not like this.” I gestured at the laptop screen. “Regina’s personal assistant is playing house with my son? Frederick is supposedly dating a woman who works directly for Regina? Every element of Ivan’s friendship with this family connects back to my ex-wife?”

" Her stomach churned. And in an instant, scenes slotted into place like jigsaw pieces she'd tried to ignore: Rita's whispering to Chris at functions. Sudden hostility of Rita to Lilian. Chris telling her months ago that the trust “was complicated.” The dark gray sedan that sat watching her office. Rita, inside the car. It was all just culminating. Clean. Precise. Calculated. Jack closed the file gently. “I know this is a lot. But there’s more.” She stared at him. “…More?” He hunched forward, his elbows on the table, his voice low but razor-sharp. “Rita isn’t just Chris’s girlfriend; she has been in contact with Kelvin’s fiancée too.”

“I'm truly sorry I kept you waiting outside, I don't trust strangers lately, though I let you in.” “I understand, so you're his wife!” Regina whispered, and Olivia didn't know whether that was a comment, or she was trying to come to terms with it. “I had no idea Aiden got married until yesterday, he didn't inform me, and that's why I came to see you both. Call me Regina,” Gina stated.

Hubert was surprised. "No. I moved out more than two months ago." "What's wrong? Roxana is bullying you? Or are they doing something mean to you?" Hubert Roger's voice turned serious, his expression cold. "You can come stay at my house if they don't let you stay at home anymore." "No. Actually, there's something I haven't told you yet." Regina took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm already married." "..." Hubert suddenly swerved to the curb and slammed on the brakes. His face was white, his expression serious, his expression showing that he couldn't believe what Regina said was true. Only later did he start to speak.

“And here I was thinking your presence meant something hopeful.” I shook my head again. Definitely not. “So, I’m the only woman he’s ever brought here?” I asked before I could stop myself. For some reason, this detail refused to leave my head. Regina nodded. “Yes. Aside, his fiancee, that is,” I choked on my mouthful of macaroni as my mind reeled hard at Regina’s new revelation. “What? He has a fiancee…?” I asked in a small voice, unable to believe my ears.

Like he had not hit me and cheated on me and made me feel worthless for two years of my life. I hissed. The sound escaped before I could stop it. I turned my face away, unable to look at him any longer. "Do you two know each other?" Leone's voice was dangerous now. "Know each other?" Reginald laughed. "Oh, brother. Seraphina and I have quite the history. Do we not, darling?" Do not call me that. Do not ever call me that again. "What history?" Leone demanded. "Did your lovely wife not tell you? We were together once. What was it, two years? Three?"

Too quickly, we were all a blubbering mess. “This won’t do at all!” said the servants. “You are ruining your makeup, Miss!” I didn’t care in that moment. Instead, I hugged my dad. “Thank you for being here.” “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” George had had a rough few months. After divorcing Victoria, he worked hard to bring Lena’s memory back into the present. His daughter Susanne, he was hoping would heal from her hurt enough to want to be his daughter again someday. And his son was fortunately unaware of everything that had been going on at home, as he had been away. This meant George hadn’t been alone.

"She tasted damn good, though I couldn't swear it's because she's black. Take me home, boys, I need a good fucking." Regina left on the arms of her two studs. Jerry left with them, along with his own slave. My slaves donned their clothing for the quick trip across the two driveways. "What's her story, Domina?" Rhonda asked after they left. "Regina was married to another poker player who also turned out to be submissive. He's currently serving a woman Dominant because Regina didn't want a submissive. Both Edward and Robert moved in with her. I guess you'd say she's in a reverse harem relationship with both of them. The two men share her."