Ryan Bergara Wife Novels & Stories

I feel the stare before I turn to Maria. “Will you stop?” I mutter. She says nothing but her eyes lower to my swollen belly, making it so obvious she had been staring. “Maria Vega.” “Theresa Carter.” Pink colours my cheeks. I hide my face in my palms and she bursts out laughing. It still feels so surreal being Mrs Carter, Ben’s wife. Our wedding was small and private like we both wanted. Aside from our family, we had our friends. Maria. Leah. Mira. Calum. Olivia also showed up. She and Ben are still in contact. We are kind of cool.

Every time they open a new venture, it is always a success. The current members of the main family of Vergara have five children. The eldest son, Duke Sebastien Vergara, who is famous for being a skillful engineer, married the princess-then, now queen of Norway, Queen Sapphire Holstein. Technically, Vergaras don’t have a royal blood. He was the only commoner turned to royal because of the marriage. They have two sons, namely, Flint Onyx and Jet Cynate. Or should she say, princes. What she noticed in her readings was that the family was obsessed with jewels, which can be seen in their names.

, she said after breaking the embrace and now, she’s holding her right hand with both her hands. “That was an understatement. We were dying to meet them,” said another gorgeous woman, obviously pregnant, wearing pink venus cut maternity dress. “Hi, I’m Margerette. You can call me Marge, I’m Rafe’s wife,” she introduced herself with a big smile on her face. “Sam,” she answered, and just like Max, Marge grabbed her into a hug. “How far are you?”, she asked trying to be comfortable despite the awkwardness she feels with this whole situation.

I said, pointing at the floor. I pointed at the photo of Zara and the young man and continued, "That woman is my wife." The crowd fell silent for a moment before they burst into laughter. "Where did this crazy pauper come from? Did he go insane from thinking about money too much?" "Are you blind? That woman is Mr. Alan Barrington's wife. She's the CEO of Apex Group! She would never be attracted to a pauper like you. Stop dreaming!" What was going on?

Group shots of the entire Hargrove clan, grandparents, siblings, cousins, all beaming under the chandeliers. ‎Not one included me. The comments rolled in like a tide. “Who’s the mystery wife everyone keeps mentioning? Never seen her at events.” ‎“Alex Hargrove married? Where’s the girl? Invisible bride alert.” ‎“New money drama? Or did he buy her and stash her away like a dirty secret?” ‎I closed the app, chest tight. But the notifications kept coming, tags, mentions, screenshots. I reopened it. A gossip blogger had cornered Rosa at the ball.

Hesitantly, Agnes walked towards the animated older and exquisite, wealthy women. Barbara Barry graciously stood up, welcoming the girl to their table," "Dear child joined us. We were not properly introduced; I'm Barbara Barry, a friend of your husband. Your husband is one of the biggest stakeholders of our media business, next to mine, of course." Her friends laughed as she winked at them.

Becca spat, becoming angry once again, but the reason why she was angry was that Ryan was going up and down frolicking with his goddamn ex, while her body contorted into impossible positions with the growth of the child that he had put in it, and she could not even have sex with a man she liked. “Who’s Craig?” Toby asked, his tone indicating that he could not care less who Craig was. “Craig's Ryan’s late sister’s husband. You’ve met them once before, I believe. That time that you came to visit Ryan and me about a year after we got married.” “Wait! What do you mean by Ryan’s late sister’s husband? Meghan’s dead? I remember meeting them.” Toby exclaimed in surprise.

Arga lifted his gaze, meeting hers directly. “No, Mother. I won’t do that.” “So it’s true, then!” she shouted, rising from her seat. “You’ve completely lost your mind! How could you bring shame to this family, Arga? That woman—” “Enough!” Arga’s voice rang out, firm and commanding. “Don’t insult her in front of me.” Madam Wiratama’s face flushed with anger. “I’m only stating facts! She’s the ex-wife of the man who humiliated us—Devandra Montgomery! Do you think investors will still respect a family whose future daughter-in-law is a divorcée from our former rival?”

“How dare you—” “I’m only stating facts,” I cut her off coldly. “You can cry, pretend, accuse me all you want. But one thing you can’t change, Revania—I am Argantara’s legal wife. You’re nothing but a shadow clinging to him.” Her eyes widened in shock, then her voice rose shrilly. “Argan! Tell her! Tell her I’m the one you love, not her!” Argantara stayed silent. His jaw clenched, but no words came out.