Sarie Kessler And Will Smith Relationship Novels & Stories

I was in my guest suite at the penthouse, the gold dress discarded on a chair like a dead skin. I didn't wait for coffee. I walked straight into the kitchen, my bare feet silent on the obsidian floors. The tablet on the marble island was already glowing. Sarah had been busy. The headlines were a relentless, digital tide. “THE KISS HEARD ‘ROUND THE WORLD: JAKE SLATER AND DR. VANCE MAKE IT OFFICIAL.” “SLATER SPOTTED LEAVING GALA WITH FIANCEE.” I scrolled past a photo of the kiss. It was perfectly framed—the gold of my dress, the blue of his suit, the raw intensity of the moment. It looked like a lie that everyone wanted to believe.

Kelsey disappeared twice already with different men only to return again laughing loudly like she had known them her whole life. Jasmine sat talking to a tattooed guy while sipping cocktails and occasionally making jokes nobody knew how to respond to. “You know, statistically,” Yvette started drunkenly while holding a shot glass, “marriages are more successful when couples are friends first.” “Please stop bringing statistics into everything,” Kelsey complained and ticked her tongue. “I’m serious.” “Of course you are.” Anne agreed as she took a quick shot, her body clung to Derek’s. Yvette ignored her completely and turned toward Beau. “You and Alex actually make sense psychologically.”

He replied and continued his words after seconds of silence. "There's something I need to tell you" He voiced out. "I'm listening," Piper said softly. " Someone ruined me," He said, using his hand to brush his hair. " Someone ruined you. As how!? Who ?" Piper asked, sitting up. "Sarah Smith, My late girlfriend and also, she's Kiara's mom" he muttered. "I know she's Kiara's mom, but I'm not getting the idea that she ruined you. Don't you like Kiara? '' She asked, touching his shoulder.

Bianca “You’ve got no right to dictate what happens here, we’re gonna pick her up, and that’s final,” my husband, Liam, shot the words at me, gripping the wheel tightly, and I went mute. We had to address the elephant in the room. Kira Wilson. Liam’s childhood friend, whom he took dearly as a sister. It’s been three months since Liam and I got married, and not felt a single feeling of true marital bliss. We were on our way to the grand opening of the Smith Towers, a new subsidiary largely owned by my father-in-law Frederick Smith. This was our first event together as a couple and Liam insisted that Kira joins our ride.

Sara Williams wasn’t always Sara Williams. Twelve years ago, she was Liz Jennings—small-town nobody and best friend of Ian Hart. The only future she could imagine included him, but after one tragic night, she’s forced to flee her home and leave behind the best friend she secretly loves. Ian Hart was sure of two things. He was in love with his best friend, and he’d do anything to protect her. As teenagers, they made a pact to run away together, but when she left town without him, Ian spiraled into a storm of anger.

he said. “Yes,” she whispered. “I do.” When they stepped onto the platform, the room hushed. Cameras clicked. Voices stilled. Killian spoke first. “There’s been speculation, assumptions, and unfortunately, a flood of lies. I am here today not to protect my image, but to protect the truth—and the woman I love.” The murmurs started instantly. “Yes,” he continued, “I married Isla Carter in a private civil ceremony almost a year ago. The marriage was real, though kept quiet for personal reasons. The engagement with Celeste Winslow was a business arrangement that ended long before our wedding.”

“I know you must have agreed to eat and go clubbing with her just to hear the past relationship I had with Elena. You could have just asked me and I would have told you. It is not that deep.” “Really?” I asked him carefully. “Sure, I don’t need to keep a secret from you since it is in my past. Didn’t you tell me about your past relationship with Dan? That was a wilder ride in all senses,” Smith told me sharply. “Then tell me about it!” I told him in anticipation. Sally was here already and she got into the back seat. She muttered nothing and Smith carried on like he didn’t see her. He was now driving and telling me this.

Keely's face turned pale and she didn't even know what to say. I can only be grateful that this is a gathering of the upper class society, without those damn paparazzi. Otherwise, if this video were to be leaked, she would be in big trouble and her career as a celebrity would be ruined. "I announce that Ms. Sadler and I broke up." "Just one second ago." "Thank you, everyone." After saying that, Keith turned around and left. "Darling, I was wrong, please don't leave, okay?" "You couldn't ignore me."

“Not tense. Not bitter. Just… detached.” Katherine exhaled softly, her lips curling into a faint smile. “That’s because I don’t really care about Caroline and Castiel getting married at all.” Hailey raised a brow, skepticism flickering in her expression. “You sure about that?” “Yes.” Katherine’s voice was steady, lacking hesitation. She turned slightly, meeting Hailey’s gaze. “Zayn and I talked things out. I haven’t told him about the pregnancy yet, but things are fine between us now. There’s nothing messy lingering between us anymore, no resentment or confusion. I’m content.”

I didn’t know how to start, but I knew I had to tell her. “Oh, Cassandra,” I began, watching her reaction closely. “Mr. Smith is looking for women from his past? Turns out his fiancée, well, his ex-fiancée, is a psycho. Can you believe it? She beat him up when she found out about the women in his past. And Mr. Smith foolishly let her! And he’s a Mafia Lord, for goodness’ sake. Love, huh… I thought they were married after we left Manila, but apparently not.”