The Book The Paris Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I haven't seen this in a while," It was a novel. Liane Moriarty book. Big Little Lies. "You read that stuff?" "Yeah, but I can't read Novels— On my own," Her face showed something close to pain as she flipped through the pages with a small smile on her face. "I can only read it around Marcos and the idiot always has me repeating words just to get me pissed—" Slowly, the smile died away. Paris could tell she remembered she wasn't talking to him. Now, he wanted to know why. It was clear it hurt her to be away from him.

However, what she found caught her interest. “Romantic dinner, how to spoil my wife,” she went on and read all that Ricardo had been searching for on the web. Everything was all about his wife. When her eyes shifted to the files, she saw some cards. It was a dinner reservation at the most expensive and beautiful restaurant in all of Paris. With how beautiful and mesmerizing the weather was, Chloe knew how many couples went out to enjoy themselves. Paris was the city of love. She had wished to walk around the city with her loved one but no.

“That will be 27 euros, madame.” I handed her the exact amount, and she gave me the receipt. I returned to my table, knowing a waiter would bring my order once it was ready. I put my sunglasses on my head and watched the cars and people passing by. This is what I love when I’m here. I always feel inspired to write. For me, this place is peaceful and gives me peace of mind. I was currently writing LOST IN PARIS. The story is about a woman who applied as a teacher in Paris, but her agency scammed her. Afraid of getting arrested in a foreign country, she ended up applying as a tutor for the child of a billionaire single father.

I wanted it to feel weird but I didn’t feel like that at all. Months after I fully recovered, Joaquin told me that he would hold a party for me and for our marriage. I was nervous. But I knew that it was only a matter of time when Joaquin finally decided to do that. Though it was still so sudden for me. He wanted everyone to know who he married, despite the news that broke around the country that he married the prostitute he was fucking in his penthouse room months and months ago. People hated me for it, I knew.

The blogs carried the news……newspapers, journals, influencers, they all hosted one title. “Billionaire wife in a vegetable state after an accident due to illicit affairs” It was captioned in block letters, so huge to ignore. Alfred did not hide his emotions during conferences and guest shows. “I still can't wrap my head around her affair and why she would do that. I was everything she ever needed in a man” he would say, one hand placed on his forehead and his eyes darkened with sorrow.

"The couple is said to be engaged but I don't know because neither of them are here to confirm it... and while we are still on them, let's talk about how much Paris's company grew since she started being seen with Thee Lioness 7 months ago. I mean we all know that Paris was already successful but the numbers went high since she met theee Lioness. Now, this is the first ever relationship that Paris has been seen out with, she has always kept her things private, but maybe Tawny is the one to her... that's why she's out, maybe she found the one... We know this is the second relationship of The Lioness to be public and surprisingly she wasn't as vocal about it as the last one...Maybe because of

"But you also realize that you came to Paris and that the only thing you find better to do is to read books. " "But we went out last weekend! " "So what? You're going home in a couple of days, we have to mark the occasion and finish on a high note. " I finally get up and go to the bedroom, if I don't do what she wants, she will never leave me alone, I know her too well. I pick out a pair of jeans and a sweater and throw them on the bed and go take a bath. I came to Paris because I hadn't seen my childhood friend for ages. Amélie was my neighbor when we were little. Her mansion was very close to my parents' mansion.

And as the city's glow, the laughter, and that very first, sweet kiss in Paris hung in the air somewhere in the middle of it all—everything started to feel like the start of something more than happily ever after. The Eiffel Tower glittered like a thousand promises of gold as Eliana stood with her back turned to the lace balcony of their suite, shaking under Damian's coat, barefoot, and holding a glass of wine in her hand. The Paris air was cold and fresh, heavy with old poetry and eternally sealed kisses. At their feet, the River Seine glittered moonlight as if it contained some secret to them: the Wolfes were married. “Still doesn’t feel real,” she murmured, staring out at the view.

Spring in Paris greeted me with a pale sky and a playful breeze. The streets looked the same, yet my steps had changed. I now walked as Ana Cassilas, wife of Hugo Maximiliano Cassilas, a title that sounds lovely on party invitations but hides many snares in reality.

"I'm a grown woman in Paris. I think I can manage." "The concierge can arrange anything you need. Car service, restaurant reservations, shopping..." He pulled out a black credit card and set it on the table. "Use this. Buy whatever you want." I eyed the card warily. "I have my own money." "I know. But we're in Paris, and you're my wife. Let me spoil you a little." Before I could argue, he was kissing me goodbye, his lips lingering just long enough to make my toes curl. "See you tonight," he murmured against my mouth. "Don't get into too much trouble."