Sebastian Vettel Wife の小説・ストーリー

“No public announcement before, and just private ceremony with no family invited. She moved into Bellavista Hills shortly after. Valentina is currently involved in a campaign for children’s healthcare as an ambassador of the Vescari foundation but she was put on a paid leave few weeks ago after a scandal Alecia was involved in. Aisha, the current sitting CEO on seat asked me personally if you would attend the upcoming screening event, she sent an official invite yesterday.” Rebecca closed her eyes for a moment, the world spinning slightly inside the house. Valentina. Married to Lucas Caruso. She still couldn't believe it, there was no way Valentina would be married to such man, she knew her

Sebastian said looking at me, I nodded at me, his voice would soften when he spoke of my wife, as if he was proud of how strong she was, praising her. “How are you and Kiara related?” “What?” Sebastian asked raising an eyebrow, the resemblance of the two could be seen a mile away, no matter how much he tried hiding it, I knew my wife well enough to know her smallest habits, the man had them just as she did. “My wife, Kiara, and you are related” I said and Vladimir frowned in confusion “same eye color, exact same green, same expression, eyebrow resemblance” “She doesn’t know that we are related, I’ll have you know that” Sebastian said tensing, Vladimir looked at him with a raised eyebrow and

Her voice was very low, but Belinda heard every single word distinctly. Belinda received a great shock. She exclaimed inwardly. 'Does Hailey....indeed have a child?' 'Thats unbelievable!' 'hailey must have been married as well. Who is her husband?' 'if she has a husband, why did she have such ambiguous relationship with Sean, Carson and President Nikolai in the company?' 'if he knows of that, hoe could he be so close with a married woman?' 'Could it be.....that I've made a mistake?' Belinda was filled with shock and doubt. Her heart beat fast.

Ariel and I turned, and my world stopped rotating for a moment. From that moment, everything changed. I was trapped. He was there. Alexander Grey. My husband. The man my heart beats for, even though it was glaring that I meant nothing to him. He didn't cling to me to ask how I was faring after losing my baby, he stood inches away as always….with Tonia Marcus, his hand thrown over her waist like a queen next to her king. "Mother, you can leave now. I'll take it from here."

She kissed Leo’s forehead and laughed with joy. But then… her smile faded when she looked at me. “And this…?” Her eyes turned sharp, cold. Sebastian immediately cleared his throat. “This is Alina. My wife.” His mum froze and she stared at Sebastian, then at me, then back at Sebastian. “Your wife?” she repeated, her voice heavy. “Yes,” Sebastian answered simply. “And whose daughter is she, who is her father. Whose company do they run, are her parents powerful?” She asked the question nonstop.

By morning, Isabella woke to chaos, every tabloid in New York had them. Billionaire’s Secret Wife Revealed? Passion in the Parking Lot! The media didn’t care about context. They didn’t care about grief or pain or Clarissa’s schemes. They only cared that Damian Knight—the elusive CEO, cold as ice, known for never dating publicly—had been photographed kissing a woman with trembling lips and a haunted past. And they cared even more that it happened outside a Russian embassy. The conspiracy theories were out of control. “Isabella volkov linked to former Russian intelligence?!”

The wealthy young man was, it turned out, already married for a long time. His wife came out to disclose this information, sharing numerous private pictures of her husband and Winnie kissing and cuddling during dinner. His wife intended to get her into trouble and make her leave the entertainment business. She hired a gang of ghostwriters on the Internet to make remarks meant to curse Winnie. Winnie maintained a low profile for a while after this occurrence. At last, Winnie replied, "Of course she would be sad, but I think she would prefer knowing the truth than to be sad."

The drive to Carla’s house is peaceful as always, I hum along to the song on the radio. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. I was still in shock. A baby? Would that mean we would start trying? Or would that mean we’d take the other route. I know many success stories for IVF. But I knew David didn’t love me. We married for our daughter. I was barely eighteen at the time. A string of unfortunate events led to this moment. When I’m outside her house I wait for her to come out. She walks out of the house and gets in the car.