Robb Stark's Wife Novels & Stories

"The wedding is tomorrow. Finlay is having his servants come to fetch me and my family. He's agreed to Carter for my family and help move them into a new and better house." "So it's all about the money, then?" Stannis smiled sadly and this pierced deeply through Ophelia's soul. Oh, how her heart ached him her chest to sense his pain. But she was the one who was hurting the most and trying to mask it all up with a straight facial expression. She was to be married to a strange man, it didn't matter if he was the Alpha of their pack.

She said almost shouting. I was shocked by the tone of her voice. I glared at her. "What do you mean by that?" I said seriously. "Your wife is gone! She left you! Why do you think I’m here instead of her?! Because she already left you! She left with Alex! They cheated on us! They left us!” She said while she is crying so loud. I shake my head. That’s impossible! My wife will never do that! “What are you saying?” I said still in disbelief.

she stated sweetly and calmly, and my heart was overjoyed. "And you were the one who saved me." I replied with an eager grin. Then my gaze was drawn to her wrist wounds, which were covered in scratches. I couldn't contain my emotions and reached out to touch her wrist wound. We both flinched as a spark sparked in my body. Stacy yanked her hand away from my grip and entwined her fingers with mine. I frowned at her ludicrous behaviour. “Thank you for saving my soon husband's life,” Stacy pecked on my cheek.

“You never know when that might happen.” “I hope it’s soon,” she said. “Ed Stark has been breathing down my neck for this place since my husband died owing him a heap of money. I’ve paid most of it off. I don’t know what will happen now. He’ll probably claim I cost him a heap more money by preventing him from putting that young lady upstairs to work as a whore and seize my place as compensation. What’s worse, if he lets me live, he’ll force me to be the proprietress.”

Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

the officiant announces with a wide smile, "Mr. and Mrs. Stark!" Mrs. Stark. Lily Stark. I'm shedding Morrison like a snake sheds old skin. That name belonged to a man who tried to kill me, who poisoned me, who murdered other women before me. That name represented everything I survived. But Stark? That's the name I choose. That's the name that represents everything I'm building. Tony keeps his arm around my waist as we walk back down the aisle together. Emma reaches for us as we pass, and Tony scoops her up without breaking stride, settling her on his hip like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Celeste replied, "That's because your wife has paid up on your behalf. If you want to have your way today, it would cost you 3000 dollars." I stood rooted to the spot, stunned by what I heard. My wife actually paid an escort to keep me happy? It made no sense to me. I thought I'd misheard Celeste. But when I laid my hands on her again, she pushed my hands away once more. "Pay up. Otherwise, don't touch me." What was Bella thinking? I had to get to the bottom of this. So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?"

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

That would surely be hard for that man if it happened. I let the phone in my hand drop onto the sofa. It wasn’t my business at all, but it still put pressure on my mind. Something felt like it was too precious to let go… I spent time handling several matters, especially since Brian had been arrested. Reporters digging for news had become even more relentless. That was how they found out that I was Sebastian’s wife and had removed the name Bellamy from mine. Of course, the response was one of great shock, because all this time they thought I had stolen Sebastian from Isabella, but it turned out that Isabella was the one who took him from me.

The house was like a tomb. I stood in the doorway of what used to be our bedroom – now just mine, I guess – staring at the empty spot where Bella's dresser had been. No note. No address. Nothing to show that my wife of three years had ever even been here. She was gone. They both were. "Sir?" Marcus, my head of security, showed up behind me with that "I've got bad news" look. "We've checked the house."