The Pilot's Wife Novel Novels & Stories

I was quiet for a moment and then I said, "Why do you care? By last count we had over six hundred pilots and copilots, that ought to be enough to keep you happy." A hurt look showed on her face and she said, "I don't love any of them baby. I love you and you are the only man I've ever loved. I never wanted you to find out about my other side. I've tried hard to be a good wife to you and to keep you happy, but I'm a cock hungry slut. I can't get enough cock. I don't give a shit about any of the rest of those guys I see, they are just dicks to me, pieces of meat to satisfy my craving to be fucked. I don't want to lose you baby, honest to God I don't. I love you so much that sometimes it hurts.

As we approached a group of individuals standing near the arrival gate, my eyes fixated on the figure standing in the center. My breath caught in my throat, and my steps faltered as recognition dawned upon me. It was Ignacio, my Spanish husband, whom I had left behind in Spain under the pretense of starting a fashion line in New York. Cullen, unaware of the connection between Ignacio and me, approached him with a welcoming smile. "Ignacio, meet my wife, Brielle," he introduced, his voice filled with pride and affection. My heart raced, and I felt a knot tightening in the pit of my stomach. Ignacio's bewildered expression mirrored my own confusion and disbelief.

He realized it was his responsibility to watch out for her even though she didn't require his protection. The thought of losing her during the week she was on that jet. He was unable to see her on his radar watch sent a shiver of ancient horror up his spine, making him feel as though he were already dead. He was aware of his wife's courage, but he found that she became naive around court intrigue. Since the surrounding planet had learned of her, and a conflict between the Grisean and the Khrall was imminent, he reminded himself to give her a tour of the palace and teach her to deal with intrigue. And, of course, he promised to show her how to pilot the ship in case of an emergency attack. Hi

They knew such women, they were flings who had high-ups after succeeding in climbing on the bed of the big bosses. ‘’Miss, mr Damon stepped out and he is having a private chat with the pilot.’’ the hostess tried as much as she could to keep her calm. She wanted so much to scream and tell Jane she was not deserving of a man like him, she had been on every flight of hers and she secretly hoped he would take notice of her. She could not expose anything she saw on the plane and she knew she was not the only one who hoped for such, every hostess had deep dark fantasies, they all wished this wealthy man would stop looking at them as just workers and treat them like women.

We were flying on a floatplane toward the island he claimed was his. Turns out the plane belonged to his second cousin, Briggs Altamirano, who apparently owns an airline. Of course. The whole flight, I just stared out the window, mesmerized by the stunning scenery. The vivid blue waters shimmered below us, and I couldn’t wait to jump in. I turned to Seb, grinning. “It’s so beautiful,” I told him. He gave me that signature smirk, clearly proud of himself for making me this happy. He cupped my cheek gently. I froze for a moment, glancing at the pilot in the cockpit. He had to know I was Niu’s wife.

She pointed at a menu. “It's Charlene.” He replied. She poured the onions into the wok, and he began stirring it. “Oh,” She uttered a feeble response, looking at the menu. “Why are you having different menus?” “Nothing.” He couldn't tell her his wife was pregnant. Nevertheless, Henrietta was aware of her pregnancy. Luciana had informed her, although Luciana didn't believe Richard when he told her, since they were having a dispute when he mentioned it, she believed he made it up to convince her. She had nonchalantly informed Henrietta. The menu cleared Henrietta's doubts. ‘So she's really pregnant.’ She thought.

I repeated and walked away. Whenever I sparked in that way, I could see the fear in his eyes. Those eyes, the ones I got lost in when I was intoxicated and now, it feels like I was intoxicated with the marriage. I ran upstairs and I slammed the room door. I didn't think twice about it. He was so unfair in a lot of ways to me. I made my way to the table where the contract was. I let out a heavy sigh. “Alexander Blackwood,” I read out loud, and that was the babe of my husband. He was the CEO of Woods Inc, and the only surviving heir to the CEO of B-Diamonds.

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

Being Mrs. Schrett was supposed to be Shirley's happily ever after. Instead, it became the place where she buried every dream she ever had. When she discovers her husband's years-long affair, Shirley refuses to let her daughters grow up in a home built on deceit. She eventually walks away with nothing but her children and the forgotten talent she once sacrificed for love. Five years later, she returns as the woman behind one of the country's fastest growing luxury jewelry brands. Damien Schrett doesn't recognize the quiet wife he once knew in the confident businesswoman standing before him. He only knows he can't stop thinking about her. Now that fate has brought them toget