Ryan Bergara Wife Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

"You've given us identical designs? Do you have any idea how much I paid for exclusivity?" The designer paled. "Miss Vergara, I deeply apologize—" Vergara? My mind connected the dots instantly. Tiffany Vergara—Kane's fiancée and daughter of the Vergara family patriarch. The woman Ryan had warned me about just yesterday. Tiffany's gaze returned to me, contempt dripping from every syllable. "If I were pregnant, I'd stick to maternity clothes. Evening gowns really don't flatter women with..." her eyes lingered on my belly, "...your proportions."

He stepped closer, his eyes filled with concern and affection. “We’ve always been there for each other babe, you can talk to me.” He urged. With a sigh, I gave in, my gaze meeting his. “It’s my marriage to Bernard,” I confessed, my voice was soft almost like a whisper. “We’ve made a decision, Anthony, but I haven’t told Christian and Riele yet. This could change everything; if this gets to the news then they would also eat this up. There’s enough scandal going on about our family already.”

Mark looked at Sherin in disbelief. "Are you pregnant?" Mark asked. "By whom?" Sherin didn't want to answer at first, but Mark's sharp look made her awkward. Sherin gulped down saliva, her throat choking at the mention of Xavier's name. "Who?!" Mark asked more loudly. "Xavier!" Sherin spontaneously replied. "The CEO of the Andarsa Group company. The child in my womb is his." Mark breathed heavily as his shoulders slumped limply. He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes.

He inquired. I gritted my teeth, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. "I'm not joking, Rajesh. I know her. Her name isn't Seraphina. It's Allison. And yes, she used to be my wife." Rajesh's laughter died down as he took in my serious expression. He glanced at his men, then back at me. "You had a wife named Allison? I thought you had a fiancée named Jessica already. Why have eyes for a woman I want?"

She could see from other reports that this man walked his way into success, but the media would love to have a compelling story to give the masses. His father died of a heart attack a year ago… It hasn't been so long either… "His mother wasn't seen at the funeral and it was rumored that the young billionaire had told her not to attend" Olivia sighed, what if this was really Mr Stranger's story? Is that why he is so cold? Is that why he wanted a child and not a wife? Olivia shook her head as though to shake off the information she had just got off her mind. She found herself reading one of the latest articles on his business.

he whispers. “By the way, my name is Rudolf and this is my wife Rhoda Wagner. We're also here to see and experience the magnificent horses. You're such a fantastic and skilled master and manager of this Ranch!" Rudolf notices. "My name is Gerald Stockholm. My wife and children live downtown. I'm alone here during the week. They come home every weekend."