The Pilot's Wife Novel Novels & Stories

A frown was etched on his handsome features. She suddenly thought if this was just a part of her dream. It's hard to believe that they are now married and she's his wife as he is her husband. But no matter how much she pinch herself, everything was true. She hid a smile. She leaned against the window and closed her eyes. But then her eyes snapped open once again, widened when the pilot spoke and a few minutes later, the jet they were riding began to move. She tensed up, especially when it began to rise up.

she apologized as she accidentally bumped into one of the pilots in her haste to leave. The female pilot chuckled weakly and bowed to her. It was Captain Joana Interino. "Sorry, Ma'am." Ma'am… again. Wherever she went on the airline, the friendly employees called her "Ma'am." She didn't reply to the woman as she spotted Gideon going down the escalator to pick up their child. The man wore aviators, looking so cool. She pulled her luggage out and ran out, chasing after her husband. She caught up with him just as he was heading to the parking lot. She quickly grabbed onto him from behind like a gecko.

"You're right Christie, I should find out definitively one way or another. Thank you for the push I needed, let's go!" Boarding the flight, Christian was astonished to find his seatmate was none other than his love's husband's blonde mistress! As she smiled coquettishly at him, he hastily stood to change seats. But the flight attendant arrived first with his belongings, and he glimpsed the woman leaving instead. Settling back relieved, he was now certain something very irregular was occurring in the marriage.

"No… Vivi, listen to me. I just thought there were no rooms for the pilots here. Didn't you say all the rooms were full? So, I just…" Ivy's face turned livid as she slowly approached him. "My order was for the aircraft to remain on standby at the airport. Of course, their accommodation was arranged. What right do you have to give orders to my company's staff?" In his panic, Jonah pointed at Chase. "He said there weren't enough rooms!" Chase immediately refuted. "Ms. Carlton, according to the pilots' report, Mr. Jennings said he was your husband, so they took off upon his orders!"

My phone vibrates in my pocket. I fish it out. She has messaged me from F*. I click on the text immediately. ' I'm switching off my phone, I'm on a flight. I'll call you after reaching there. Please, don't get mad at me. ' " What's the fuck it this! " I run my hand in my hair. I click on Kabir's number. I didn't wait for him to say anything, " My wife has recently boarded the flight. I want every detail. Ask the pilot to get ready now." I ordain him and grab the note in my hand. I rush out of the room.

Feeling frustrated, I went to the door wanting to go to the police myself to make a report but i was surprised to see my secretary by the door "What do you want, am In a hurry!"I said to him "Well I only came to tell you about the flight your wife booked this mor. ........" "What dId you say ?"I asked " I said that your wife asked me to book her a flight for the island, I thought you knew" he replied and angrily I pulled him by his shirt "I never knew and why would you do such a thing with out contacting me first?" I asked "I thought you knew,she made it clear that you knew about it that is why I booked the flight 0 "he said

Davy bit out, yet it sounded like a whisper because all of them went straight into me, the result explosive as they got to their target organ and my legs wobbled. “Y-you d-don’t know,” I stuttered, pathetically. Hurriedly, I cleared my throat, finally finding my voice. “I told you this marriage was over once you go, and I meant it. Kim and I are lovers, and the better you accept it, the easier it will be.” Davy’s face hardened, and every sign of playfulness drained out of his face. However, his watch lit up, and he nodded. “I won’t argue with you, Anna. The pilot is ready, and I expect you to be ready in ten minutes. We will talk properly at home. But make no mistake, you are still my wife,

I wouldn’t risk her escaping again. I watched my wife’s rigid back as she walked in front of me. Her son kept peeking over her shoulder at me. He didn’t look anything like his mother. He babbled something to his mother and Grace’s posture immediately changed. “In a little bit,” she murmured softly to his unknown question. The loud engine of the airplanes was the only noise surrounding us while we walked towards the steps of my plane, Vitale Enterprise. My wife’s step faltered and she stopped right before taking the first step. I saw desperation and tears glistening in her breathtaking eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Always so stubborn. Ella was half way up. Seeing Grace falter, she p

"Mr. Rossini, could you let your wife get out first? Her leg isn't seriously hurt, and right now, there's a pregnant woman hemorrhaging badly. We need to use the emergency equipment in the ambulance—" Before the nurse could finish, a delicate voice sounded from inside the vehicle. "Dante, my leg hurts so much. Will I ever be able to dance again?" Dante's icy voice cut through the air with bone-chilling coldness. "My wife is a dancer. Her legs are more important than anyone here! I need to make sure she isn't left with a scar." He paused, then emphasized again, "No one is more important than my wife!" She was his wife? Then who was I?

As Seattle blurred past the windows, I realized that James Morrison had given me the most incredible gift—not just freedom from an unwanted marriage, but proof that love comes in many forms. Some love holds on desperately. Some love sacrifices everything. And some love fights like hell when the people it protects are in danger. Today we'd discover which kind of love was strongest. And whether Emma Romano's family was brave enough to deserve the little girl who'd just proved she was braver than all of them. The wedding that wasn't had become a war that was. And this time, we were fighting for keeps.