Novel & Cerita Ryan Bergara Wife

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.

Mr Lee responded mockingly. Mr Arnold shook his head in denial, " I had no idea, I spent most of my time at work and each time I would get news that my daughter was being careless and that's how she would loose her children, I didn't know they were all forced abortions". "But you do know that your wife could be responsible right? Or maybe she knows who the culprit is right?" Mr Arnold couldn't support his wife at this point. It was obvious anyone that encountered her behavior would know that she was the cause of all the misfortune that had fallen on Rain.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

But I’m only sure of one thing, those two people were happy. I also felt fun when it came to my mind. I almost thought I was the woman in my image. I almost thought I was the one getting married in that memory! But impossible! It's not me. Keeion told me, I don’t have a husband yet based on the investigator he hired then. Not even a girlfriend, is he still a wife? I looked at Arya with a thoughtful question. "Arya, where did Keeion buy his ring?" It was almost over when I asked an unexpected question in the middle of her meal. “H-Huh? What ring?”

“They buried it deep. Really deep. I had to use backchannels, old newspaper archives that weren’t fully digitized… I almost got caught twice.” “Hae-Jae! What did you find?” I demanded, grabbing his arms. He took a deep, shaky breath. “Max… he had a sister.” I stared at him. “What? No, he didn’t. He’s an only child. He told me that.” Even when I was married to him, he had never mentioned of having a sister. He had never told me he had a sister not even a cousin. “He lied,” Hae-Jae said, his eyes filled with a something I couldn't place together. “Or, he let you believe a lie. Her name was Elara. Elara Croft.”