روايات وقصص ضمن Sebastian Vettel Wife

But most of all she wanted to know who did this to her and swore that she would take revenge on anyone. They arrived at the hospital, she was taken to the emergency room, after an exam the doctor came and talked to Bruce. - Mr. Bruce can you tell me what happened? - Doctor how is my wife? Is she alright? he was stressed - She will be okay, she must relax and not stress, it will not be okay for her and the baby. - The baby? DO you want to say that... - Yes sir your wife is pregnant. She is 5 weeks pregnant.

"Go back? Go back to continue watching you and Vivian being all lovey-dovey?" His face stiffened, then he exploded in embarrassment, "Rachel, stop talking nonsense. We are husband and wife, after all. What's the point of you running off to Southport like this, making us live apart indefinitely?" I was almost amused by his shamelessness. "Sebastian, Vivian is your wife! Her name is on the marriage certificate, and she's the one you love!" His face turned livid as he said through gritted teeth, "That was a mistake! Mistakes should be corrected!

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.

For whom was all that done by her? There was a day when a hugely pregnant woman came to look for Shawn when he wasn't home. “Stella, Shawn’s child, is inside me. Go the hell away if you know what's best for you. That will prevent me from taking any action." At that point, Stella was taken aback and unsure of how to respond because she didn't think it was real. "Not possible. Shawn hasn't engaged in any sexual activity in a few years. Are you attempting to trick me?"

He held a tablet in one hand. “What's wrong?” Elara asked, though she already knew the answer would be bad. Sebastian's jaw tightened. “You need to see this.” He held out the tablet. Elara took it with trembling hands. The screen showed a tabloid website …Celebrity Insider… with a headline in bold letters that made her stomach turn: BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET: Sebastian Vale's Pregnant Mistress Exposed! Below it, photos. Elara's breath stopped. Pictures of her and Sebastian leaving the medical building yesterday. Her face was clearly visible. His hand on her back. Getting into his car.

He placed the phone to his ear, praying he had the courage to tell his wife what was happening. "Who's this?" She asked. "It's me, honey. I have to tell you something." "What?" Her voice sounded dire. Can I go on? "It's about Ema, She fell unconscious..." "What!" His wife's voice rang repeatedly in his ear, "What happened to her?" "The doctor said she has a brain lesion apparently from her accident and it might be healing so—" "So what?" "Her memories are coming back." "What? No! We'll lose her." She was hysterical.

A moment ago, Sebastian was furious about another man touching me—yet here he was, letting this woman hang onto him. The woman looked me up and down, scrutinizing me. I refused to be intimidated. But the way Sebastian was letting her touch him so freely was aggravating me. “This…” Sebastian inhaled deeply. “This is Celeste, Lucille. She’s my wife.” Lucille’s eyes narrowed instantly. She whipped her head toward Sebastian, disbelief written all over her face. “Your what?!” Sebastian sighed, clearly bored with the conversation. “You heard me. She’s my wife, Lucille.” He repeated.

Thiago was stunned to see his ex-wife driving a sports car, wearing large sunglasses that covered half her face, and zooming past him with a swagger! She was driving a top-of-the-line, limited edition Bugatti La Volture Noire. “Mrs. Anderson… turns out she’s a secret rich woman!” Mateo's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Thiago's gaze darkened even more, his hand slowly clenching into a fist. “Chase after her!”

The girls gulped in fear—Angelina was looking terrible while clicking her tongue and showing her big eyes. "Is he hot?" She raised her eyebrow, showing her rage. "Oh yes! He is so hot." The girls exclaimed, staring at Sebastian's pictures on the phone. "Hey!" Angelina screamed, turning the girl's attention to her. "Do you know who I am?" She gritted her teeth. "Yes, you are the wife of Sebastian Richardson." The girls muttered. "I can't hear you guys; tell me who I am." She dominated, crossing her hands over her chest.

"My love, what's wrong? What did this woman say to you?" Isabella couldn't stop looking at her. "She's… Elijah's wife." Now it was Sebastian's turn to be surprised. "His wife?" Isabella nodded silently, her lips trembling. Sebastian looked at the woman, and suddenly a burning fury ignited within him. The sound of the clock on the wall marked each second with unbearable precision, intensifying the tension in the room. "You mean that damn bastard is married? He's married and still… he's after you?" he said, his voice loaded with indignation.