Rhett And Link Wives Novels & Stories

Before she leaves, I call out, “Hey, what’s your name?” “My name is Quinn Austin, but you can call me Mrs. Austin. I’m the head housemaid here.” She looks me up and down, taking in my plain wedding dress. I know she feels sorry for me, for seeing those discarded clothes and probably realizing that my husband might be upstairs, in bed with another woman, right after our wedding. “Mrs. Austin,” I say, nodding politely, despite my racing heart. “Can you show me to my room?” Mrs. Austin, a woman in her late forties, nods with a carefully blank expression, years of working for Ethan Caine must have taught her that. “This way, Mrs. Caine.”

"Boss, I just saw your ex-wife right now with a boy of 3 years old who is a replica of you!” Ralph said as soon as Caspian picked up the call. "My ex-wife? Aurora?” Caspian asked, shocked and eager. "Yes, boss. I guess she just returned to the country! She is at the airport and has just alighted from the plane!" Ralph explained, staring as Aurora, who was elegantly dressed, walked out of his sight. Now a grown woman, she returned with Liam, who had a striking resemblance to Caspian. She sashayed elegantly and rushed to hug Seraphine, who was waiting with the guards to take her home.

Rhett leapt straight onto the derision, bristling. She shrugged, not at all phased or bothered by his aggression, almost dismissive of it. “Well, it’s not like you can even do that right, is it, Rhett Salem?” She pointed out. “The only women you’ve f-ked pregnant have been human. Maybe it’s because you don’t want to be f-king she-wolves at all? Your preferences lie elsewhere, don’t they, after all?” “Lilith!” Phillip snarled the name.

she glared at Katherine, "my name's Hermione, and I'm Quentin's seventh wife. It's lovely to finally talk to you and sit with you like we're doing today. You really are as beautiful as Brigitte has repeated for the past few weeks." I cleared my throat uncomfortably, and swallowed nervously, "thank you," I said lowly. "And I'm Eloise," spoke up a gorgeous brunette with red stained lips, looking like a gorgeous actress from the 50's with the animated way that she talked, "Quentin's sixth, and despite what someone may say at this table, Quentin's favourite wife," she tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear. She pointed to the lady besides her, "And this is, Caroline, the fifth wife, and Americ

It’s definitely not going to turn real. “I can’t even imagine both of you together… as much as I would love it… but I know it can’t happen.” “What about his mate?” I ask, my brows pinched. She seemed lovely. And she did say they were in love. “We are still waiting for her,” she smiles. “Get some rest, okay?” “What about Rhett? How is he doing?” I ask, worry etched in my voice. “He is healing just fine. The doctors assure he will recover tomorrow.”

Grim said simply. Rhett didn’t look up. “She’s broken, Dad. Somebody did that to her. I saw it in her eyes. And I can’t do a damn thing about it because I don’t even know who.” Grim was silent for a long moment. Then he sat beside his son, elbows on his knees. “You can’t swing fists at shadows.” Rhett’s jaw tightened. “Then I’ll find the shadow’s name and drag him into the light.” Grim exhaled slowly. “Careful. You push too hard, you spook her. And if she thinks you’re digging behind her back—”

Sierra's screams, almost inhuman in their despair, filled the abandoned altar. She cursed Rhett with a frenzy, "You'll get yours, Rhett, just wait! Your comeuppance is coming, and you'll never see Fiona again. She knows everything!" Rhett ignored her, leaning against the wall, whispering to himself, "Fiona, it's all right... I've avenged you… We can start anew." At that moment, he felt the mind-link break completely, vanish into thin air. Rhett's heart pounded as he dashed back to the royal cave like a shadow.

Connected to the same financial structure, both of them, through shells that traced back to my husband's company. Rhett had not just been cheating on me and stealing from me. He had built a network. Cayla's marriage, my marriage — two separate disasters that looked unrelated from the outside and were anything but. Two women sitting in separate apartments thinking they were each dealing with their own private catastrophe, not knowing there was one man in the middle of both of them. I pressed both hands flat on the table and breathed. I had been building a case against Rhett for two years and I had thought I understood what I was building it against. I had been wrong about the scale. Whatever

Kyrie asked and this time, he's clenching his jaw now. "What? I'm just asking to confirm," Jennifer grimaced at him. "The last time you brought a woman here, she claimed to be your wife when you went away to go with Logan and check your business in the city. We treated her very well, knowing that she's a family, until you came and told us that she's not your wife." I was taken aback by Jennifer's words. She averted her eyes on me. "Now if you really are my cousin's wife, give me proof, then. Where's your ring? Show us!"

Rhett then supplied with a lecherous grin, “I think our little brother has superb taste for acquiring such as sublimely beautiful specimen for his bed.” The comment causing Chiri to abandon the soup course in favor of wine, she glanced at Rhett’s wife as she reached for her glass out of desperation. Vivian Krane, only seeming to agree with her husband’s observation. Chiri caught Vivian lick her lips seductively as she too reviewed her with the same degree of satisfaction as Rhett.