Sons Of Anarchy Opie's Wife Novels & Stories

“That woman is the reason your dad isn’t here with us!” “Enough!” I yell standing. I pull Ellie to me, “Our marriage isn’t a sham. I love this woman in a way I have never loved anyone. She would’ve stayed in the burn unit with me. If they didn’t let her, she’d sleep in the lobby. Ellie is my wife and I asked her to marry me. We renewed our vows on the beach for our anniversary. I’m thankful for everything that happened because it led me to meeting my wife. I didn’t remember ever being so happy as I am with her. You do not get to talk about her as if she’s the other woman! You cheated!” I tell her. “We are leaving,” I tell Ellie as I take her hand and pull her to the exit. “Maxwell! Julianna

She was standing outside, and her beautiful clear eyes met Burgess's deep eyes. Burgess subconsciously straightened the tie with his hand, restoring his pride. "Miss. Oprah, what's the matter?" Oprah walked in elegantly and placed a document on Burgess's desk. When she bent down, her dress was quite revealing. Burgess's throat felt tight, and he looked away. But not long after, he turned to look at it again! Oprah was his wife. Why couldn't he watch it? He hadn't seen her for a few years, and she looked even more charming.

Once he stood straight again, she diverted her fiery eyes to me, her chest rising and falling erratically. “What is this, Ophelia?" Her eyes trailed from me to Ronan and then to me again. She fumed. “How dare you disgrace the Whitmore name like this? Of everybody, you’re cheating on my son with his brother.” “Cheating?” I let out a hollow laugh. “How long has this been going on behind our backs? Oh, my poor son.” A tear slid down her cheek. And then, like a professional actress, she turned to the public, her tears becoming even more performative. Cameras clicked more furiously and the flashes grew almost unbearable.

Beside him stood his wife, Shopia Joy, looking proud despite still appearing weak after her hospital stay. Olivia froze. Her heart pounded. She knew this wasn’t over. Without warning, Damien yanked Olivia’s arm violently, nearly sending her crashing to the ground. “You think you can just walk free after trying to kill my wife?!” Damien growled. “A woman like you belongs in prison, Olivia!” Hunter stepped forward at once, shielding his wife. “Let her go, Damien! This has gone too far!” But Damien raised a thick brown folder, waving it toward the nearby officers.

One of the women said, sincerely thinking Queenie was really bluffing. "I don't even apologize to my father. Why should I apologize to a harlot like her?" Queenie didn't just make an accusation. She had texted Roxanne and let the girl who liked to gossip go through some important information. The blabber mouth's name was actually Maria Georgia, the wife of a business Tycoon, Philip Anderson. And although Maria tried to hide her true nature which was a slut who slept with her husband's colleagues, Roxanna actually dug them out.

“I’m surprised you made it as you missed the last.” Ophelia was her name, and from what I had predicted, she was an Alpha, and the only female Alpha present for that matter. I had read a few tabloids about her a while back. The infamous aloha of Redmoor; the first daughter of her father, who refused to surrender her birthright to her brothers. She was a fighter, I could tell from the way she carried herself; no wonder she got a few gawkers in the crowd; unmated Alphas who found the idea of mating with another Alpha too inviting to ignore. But sadly for them, her eyes seemed set on Varic which tickled me the wrong way. She had not yet acknowledged me. “And miss the fun, politics, and the oppo

That is why Alpha's are usually careful about the kind if person they put in that position. I look up from her profile that I was reading to her face when I see a piece of shocking information. She's Drew's wife!? She's talked about herself, her nineteen-year-old daughter, whom she calls Victoria, and her achievement in the pack but conveniently left out the fact that she's not just mated but also married to Drew, my dad's Beta.

There was only so much one could take before they broke down, and I was almost at my limit. I needed a break. I reached for the receiver and picked it up. "Alpha." The man called from the speaker, and I could recognise his voice. He was one of the retired warriors who had once worked with my father. "Yes, Michael." He paused for a moment, not knowing how to put it, so I urged him. "You may talk." "I think my wife had been kidnapped." Shit! Could this day get any worse? I knew this wife very well. She was an omega, and she usually worked in the kitchen until she became too old to continue. They still stay in the pack house, and they have no children.

I heard one of the Tucker grandchildren say to her cousin. Both women glanced at me. I looked away quickly to find Ophelia watching me from where she was talking on the phone. I could only see her lips moving, but she was too far to hear anything she was saying. “Ophelia.” Her father shouted over the phone, startling her. “Yes father.” Ophelia said in exasperation, as she looked at the pale, brown-haired girl that was turning her life upside down. It was difficult to believe Blaine had slept with this woman. She was pretty, like any mixed Asian girl, and had nice curves on her from her Armenian mother. But she was still not her.

She goes still and looks down at the silver sword embedded into her chest before collapsing to the ground. I pull the vase shard out of my neck and drop it to the ground. More blood gushes out from the wound. I grasp at it uselessly, applying pressure to try and stop the blood from escaping my body. Kane rushes over and tries to help, but I motion for him to stay back. Opal is laying on her side, her expression blank. She’s dead. My wife is dead. I don’t know how to feel. I know I should be devastated, but the shock numbs everything.