Sam Claflin Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Whatever she wanted to do with herself had nothing to do with me anymore. When I walked closer, Sabrina noticed me and immediately looked flustered. Before I could speak, Timothy stepped forward and tossed some documents at me with a smug grin. "Casper, these are the documents Sabrina wanted to give you." The divorce agreement was on top. Sabrina had already signed it, and beneath it were photos so explicit they were almost unbearable to look at. Every single one showed Sabrina and Timothy completely naked, tangled together in bed. A wave of disgust rose in my chest.

"You do realize that Stanley just finalized his divorce, right? Or are you one of those desperate women who swoop in the moment a man becomes available?" I chuckle, stepping closer, lowering my voice as if I’m letting her in on a little secret. "Oh, sweetie, I didn’t swoop in. I’ve always been here… waiting for the right moment." Chloe shakes her head, disgust evident in her expression. "You’re unbelievable. You were Flora’s best friend." I shrug, completely unfazed. "And now I’m Stanley’s girlfriend. Things change." She looks like she wants to say more, to argue, to throw some moral nonsense my way, but what’s the point? Flora lost, and I won. That’s all that matters.

After her attempt to spy on Enola failed, Clarine took another route: tearing Damian and Enola’s relationship apart from within. She approached a beautiful woman—a famous model and Adrian’s former “special friend”—who was given a new task. Clarine threw Enola’s photo on the table. “Do you see this? Damian Cassel is her husband.” The woman smiled crookedly. “And what does that have to do with me?” Clarine replied calmly and venomously. “Make Enola believe that Damian is having an affair with you.” “How?” Clarine leaned forward. “Damian is attending a small gala tonight—alone. You just need to be there, close enough to him to appear intimate on camera.”

CLARA sighed heavily, her shopping bag dangling loosely from her wrist as she halted in her tracks. Amelia, already sensing something at alert, had stopped walking too, staring at her friend with wide, expectant eyes. Then Clara spilled it. “Well… according to Leonard,” she began, her voice a notch lower, “he said Adrian has a girlfriend that he has been keeping for three years now. Like his… mistress.”

She looked like a model. "What are you doing here, Claire?" Blake said in annoyance. I "I came to see you, baby," Claire said, causing me to look at Blake. "How many times do I need to tell you that we are not together?" Blake said, and then she looked at me "Who is she," She asked, looking me up and down "This is my girlfriend Camela," Blake said "Don't say that, baby. That's not funny," Claire replied

Clara introduced herself. “Blake Elon. Nice to make your acquaintance.” Blake replied, friendly. “Girlfriend?” “Wife.” “Oh, well, you better hold on to her, dear.” “I’ll try my best,” Blake said, and they continued with small conversations. “Claire, who’s the man you brought?” Claire asked as she was prepping Claire for her stying. “He’s my husband,” Claire answered. “Oh, isn’t he the….” Claire began but was interrupted by Claire.

She had gone to the second floor, met with the partners, signed the contract, and had just come back down. She had also heard that Dirkane's True Elite was upstairs. Unfortunately, though, she didn't get to see him. What a mystery that man was. She went to the backyard and found a quiet spot to sit. A few young women were chatting nearby. "That's Clarissa, right? She's the homewrecker, Clifford's first love." "I heard from my dad, who was at the Johansen Group's press conference. Clifford's a total jerk." "I mean, with his status now, his ex can't even compare. Even if we know Clarissa's the homewrecker, nobody's gonna say it out loud," a young woman mocked.

“My girlfriend.” Clayton said each word clearly. He would not have taken the opportunity to come here if he were afraid. He smiled faintly. “Don’t tell me you still haven’t accepted reality yet. Right now, Nicole has nothing to do with you. She’s my girlfriend.” No matter how dark the person opposite him was, Clayton did not reveal a hint of fear. Eric’s aura suddenly grew gloomy and cold. His dark eyes were glaring at this damned Clayton Sloan. Eric’s fist suddenly smashed on the table in front of him. The veins on his arm bulged as his aura sank.

“Figured I’d stop by on my way home.” “How was it?” I asked, smirking a bit myself at the mention of his newfound relationship with Dianna. “Well… I’m smitten,” he admitted. “Just a few weeks, and already it feels as though I’ve known her for a lifetime. Who’s that, by the way?” He nodded his head toward Clarissa. I lowered my voice and leaned closer to him. “That’s Clarissa; Alpha Dan’s wife. Isn’t she amazing with the twins?” Clint followed my gaze, nodding slowly. “Was thinking the same thing myself,” he said softly. “Seems to be treating them like her own grandkids.”

“Then tell me, who is my girlfriend?” Clara struggled in Ethan’s arms. “It’s me! We’ve been together for six years! Dominic, you can’t just forget about our relationship.” At that moment, a calm, gentle voice interrupted her and said, “Ms. Clara, are you sure you’re not mistaken? We all saw clearly that you and Mr. Ethan look more like a couple.” I turned and saw a graceful, intelligent woman standing there. She was one whose marriage had been arranged with me. Her name was Eve Nox.