Sons Of Anarchy Opie's Wife の小説・ストーリー

She gripped a boning knife tightly in her hand, and a strange smile was plastered on her face. No matter who approached her or what anyone said, she just kept smiling and raising the knife, repeating over and over in a crazed voice. "You see, I got my revenge. I avenged Mom and Dad! I'm a good daughter." A nearby officer looked grim and showed me footage from the restaurant's surveillance cameras. In the video, Vivian acted like a devoted wife, gently serving Tyler food. "Tyler, try this. I made it especially for you. You've been through so much. You should eat more!"

And it had been three days since the last scrap of intelligence regarding Ophelia had trickled out of the Whitmore mansion. The last image burned into my mind was a surveillance shot from the perimeter of their estate. Ophelia held in the arms of Ezra Whitmore. I wanted to kill the bastard the moment I saw it. The way his hands had been positioned, the proprietary way he carried her—it made my inner Alpha roar with a feral, possessive bloodlust. I stopped my pacing and looked down at the child sleeping on my sofa. I’d officially confirmed the truth via the DNA results that morning. She was mine. My own daughter.

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t

I stared at the lady in a stunning blue dress and glass stilettos. She slowly took off the shades she had on, revealing her piercing brown eyes, and my heart stopped. Vivian’s expression mirrored mine as her eyes bulged out in shock. She gasped audibly beside me. “Ms. Ophelia… THE CEO of Westbrook Limited.” Her assistant ushered behind her. My jaw dropped involuntarily. Standing before me, looking more elegant and poised than I ever imagined, was my ex-wife—Ophelia.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

“I am not ready.” I made her wait until I was done foaming the body wash on her delicate shoulders, then I gathered her hair in my fists and applied shampoo. When my silence greeted her, she looked at me over her shoulder. Her pissed face and red angry eyes glared at me. “If you want a child so much then why don’t you fuck some other woman and build a family with her. Why are you so adamant on tormenting me? First you stalked me, married me against my will and now you want to impose a child on me?” She blurted. Her lips wobbled. “I am your wife for fucks sake not a damn breeder.” Her eyes full of sweet anger. I agonised day and night to see her emotions other than fear—even if it was her ang

Thanks to him I am alive, because more than once they have tried to kill me, but they have not succeeded because of how efficient and united my pack is. Ariana, point of view... After so much talking, and too much insistence on his part, I decided to accept his proposal to stay, but I have not accepted nor do I believe that I will accept the proposal to be his mate. The idea of belonging to a pack of wolves, and above all of being the future wife of an alpha, the truth did not call my attention; I wanted to lead a simple life, a quiet life, without having problems with anyone, just be quiet in my solitude, while I gathered enough money to investigate who my parents were, and why they abandon

It was the first thing that popped inside her head when she saw the gentle tilt of his eyes as he smiled. Noah saw it all written on her face, he was glad. He knew exactly how she would reinterpret his words, and he couldn’t help but grin when he saw it happen. Before they could converse anymore, the door swung open while clattering on its hinges. The Alpha appeared through the door, looking as deadly as the first time Ophelia saw him. She couldn’t get used to the overwhelming dominance that followed him like a shadow. Right next to him stood his wife, Valarie. A bright smile on her face as she waved at both of them. Ophelia barely spotted Garelt at the back, standing tall with his hands beh

I ordered, and soon, I was clothed in a plain gown made from linen. A few minutes later, I stood before the family. Surprisingly, the elders of my family were also present. Including Dorian and Ophelia. My stomach churned. Something is wrong. Ophelia? Why was she present? "Nymera Creek, the daughter of Orion Creek, you're now part of the household Caspian and the second wife of Alpha Dorian," the chancellor announced. I furrowed my brow and tilted my head to understand what he was saying. Second wife? I looked at my family, and they were not surprised.

She did not let anyone see the bruises on her body. Yohan Dixon's wedding created panic everywhere and everyone was shocked when they saw Sara Owen as his wife. Those who knew her could not understand how she met Yohan Dixon, a modest girl who was already married to an alcoholic, and how she married him. Those who did not know her wanted to know about her as she was not the daughter of any high-profile or wealthy person. Apart from her name, the media knew nothing about her.