Sam Lerner Wife Novels & Stories

Samuel was one of the billionaires whose name had only soared in recent years; reportedly, Samuel was successful because of the support of the great woman who became his wife. "Mr. Taylor, I must apologize to you. The company party must be stopped because I just lost my wife," Samuel replied, taking a breath and exhaling. He showed his sad face again. "I have heard this news. I am also in shock over what happened to you, Mr. Philips. Hopefully, your wife's body can be found as soon as possible."

"Your one job was to bring the Bennett fortune into this family!" "My job?" Lora stood, angry. "I was supposed to be Samuel's wife, not your family's ATM!" "Then perhaps you should have stayed with him during difficult times," Emily retorted. "Instead of spending nights in the guest room." Samuel looked up. "Mother, stop." "No, let her continue," Lora challenged. "Let's talk about our marriage, Samuel. How you compare me to Mona. How you mutter her name in your sleep!" "That's not true," Samuel protested weakly.

Luckily Sam had already left for work, while Luna went to her house to pick up some clothes. "Please tell me that the news I heard about Sam's wedding, was just a rumor!" said Lidia as soon as Mrs. Veronica let her in. "Unfortunately it's not just gossip, Sam is already married. Sorry for not telling you earlier. Sam's marriage happened because there was something urgent, so there was no other choice," said Mrs. Veronica very carefully. She was just trying to protect Lidia's feelings because, after all, Mrs. Veronica and Lidia's mother would once set Lidia up with Sam.

Doc Sharma asked curiously. “Yes and no,” Yash said confusing Doc Sharma. “She was a widow,” doc Sharma’s face formed an ‘O’ as he looked at Yash. “I married her forcefully, she never wanted to marry me but then eventually we fell in love, Aahana, our baby, her sister… Sherlin, we all stayed together along with my mother,” Yash said as he remembered her once again; her smile and her care made his heart ache for her. “ Sherlin… as in the same Sherlin Kapoor who is your wife now,” the words were the bitter reality of Yash’s world; he managed to nod as Doc Sharma noted something on his notepad.

The man didn’t respond until he saw them walking into the building. The sight of Samuel holding the door for her made his eyes darken the more. He owned her. Samuel Sanchez had no right to be nice to her and to smile at her and to help her during work hours.. He slipped his hands into his pocket and turned to look at Kaleb. "If you couldn’t find anything on him, create one. Have someone spread word that Samuel Sanchez is going out with a married woman." "Also, tell everyone the President's wife is in the company. She came in recently and is in the Consultant Department."

Alexter said as I look at them all still confused. “W-Wait, wait am I the only one getting dizzy on this sudden event or not. So, let me get this clear one’s and for all. Sammantha Prime the wife and killer of your son who is Jerwel Prime is none other than Sammantha Ravenwood the so-called fiancée of Henry Silvester. Grandpa! Grandpa!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I look around, why everything is turning so blurry. Why the voices around me are sound like a banging of drums? My head hurts like hell… aww.

“Can’t. I still have unfinished work. Besides, you just got out of surgery. I don’t feel good just leaving you alone. “Ty, I understand the situation now. Florence has gone too far this time. She’s a lawyer and your wife, but she has fulfilled neither role well.” Anthea sounded pained as she said, “I was too late in the end. Should I help you…” I rejected her immediately. “No, Annie.” I knew that, with her influence, Anthea could destroy Florence’s law firm easily. However, I did not want to get involved with any more of Florence’s issues.

“Hello, can we talk?” Samantha reads as it pops up on her screen. She was lying on her bed, wondering whether or not she should text Lenard. Well, now it’s Lea. “Hey, yeah. What’s wrong?” Samantha replies immediately. She was concerned as it was the first time that Lenard seemed to need something. It was always the other way around. “My wife. He won’t talk to me.” Samantha frowned. Did they fight? She replied, “Am so sorry, what happened?”

“Only a question or two, please? Then we will let you go.” Samuel let out a sigh and nodded. “Sure!” “What is your wife’s name? How old is she? She seems quite young.” “My wife is Amy Hoffner. She is old enough to be my wife. For sure, I didn’t marry a minor.” The reporters laughed at his answer. “Can you give us a pose, please? Maybe kissing each other?” Samuel asked Amy, “The reporters asked us to pose for them. Do you mind if I kiss you?”

The woman gave her a look, calm as always, but observant. Isabel hesitated before asking, her voice lower than usual, “Who’s Vera?” Lena’s eyes flicked away, “that’s not important.” Isabel crossed her arms, “it felt important when he said her name instead of mine.” There was a pause. Lena sighed gently, adjusting the tray in her hands, “she was his wife.” That word dropped like a weight in Isabel’s chest. “Was?” “Divorced now, it was… messy and personal. I won’t speak on it and you shouldn’t ask him either.”