The Pilot's Wife Novel Novels & Stories

The pilot greeted me by my real name, Elena Sterling, and for the first time in three years, I didn't correct him. I was Elena Sterling, Heiress, CEO and daughter of one of the most powerful families in the country. I'd forgotten that. Let myself forget it. All because of love. Never again. As the plane took off, I looked down at the city below. Somewhere down there, Damien was going about his day, thinking I'd be home tonight with dinner ready. Somewhere down there, Margaret was celebrating what she thought was another victory. They had no idea. No idea that the woman they'd dismissed, the woman they'd treated like garbage, was about to become their worst nightmare.

Part of my liked it but another part of my found it very disturbing. "You look nice in that dress." His compliment made me warm all over. "Thank you." "Did you notice we have a new pilot." He said to me. "Really? I didn't. What happened to Captain Williams?" "He went to his home town in Ohio for his daughter's wedding. The new guy is just temporary." "Aw, congratulations to him."

This realization intensifies her anger and deepens her sense of betrayal. The sensitivity of the matter at hand contrasts starkly with her husband's self-serving motives. Miranda recognizes that his focus lies solely on preserving his reputation, with little regard for the well-being of their family members, including the young girl who suffered at the hands of their younger son. As she gathers her thoughts, Miranda resolves to navigate this complex situation with vigilance and determination. She refuses to let her husband's actions dictate the outcome, vowing to protect the truth, justice, and the welfare of those involved.

she replied nonchalantly. Nicholas snorted with laughter, "Portfolio? Is marriage a job? You're really weird..." "In this case yes, our marriage is a job for me, because I will earn money from this marriage, don't you think so?" Rachel said sarcastically. There was a long silence that suddenly awoke between them until finally, a flight attendant said that their plane would be ready to take off. "So you're not piloting this plane?" "Of course not! Unless you want to be in this cabin alone," he said curtly but managed to make Rachel smile faintly.

Harvey's POV: After spending an hour and a half combing through documents, I picked up my phone to dial the pilot's number. That’s when I noticed the voicemail notification. I opened it and listened. "Bastard, if you don’t come here to pleasure me, don’t get angry if I allow another man to perform your duty for you." What the hell? I thought, caught completely off guard. What has gotten into my wife? I knew it had been a while since I touched her, but she had never complained about it before. This was different, though—her voice held an edge, something sharp and dangerous.

If the pilot wasn't flying the helicopter, then who was? Their question was swiftly answered when a stunning lady stepped out from the driver's side of the chopper. She gracefully descended and removed her helmet. As she did so, her golden blonde hair flowed down, glistening in the sunlight. That confident and composed woman who skillfully piloted the chopper was none other than Martin's soon-to-be wife - Victoria Red. Margaux stumbled over her words, asking, "Wait, was it Victoria who flew the chopper?" Even Zoe, who had a low opinion of Victoria, was left speechless.

"After God, fear women" Claire was dumbstruck. It could not be. Nathan had just married his competitor and she had nothing to say about it. The dinner was about to commence so she had plenty of time to prove Bianca was a fraud. Wrong! She had very little time and she remaining glued to her seat was not going to change anything. Claire stood up and joined the new wife, her suspicion making her unable to keep a smile.

Iris was trembling badly, as if a basin of cold water had just poured on her head. It made sense. She had lost her chance and she made too many mistakes. It never occurred to her that Nicole was already Jared's wife. By chance, Iris had heard that Jared had a wife in the past. But from what she understood, the lady was long gone. And now, she suddenly returned and was alive with two kids. The siren of the police car sounded in Iris's ears. She knew that everything was over for her. Her face turned pale.

Before Elena could speak, Adrian’s phone lit up on the seat between them. A message flashed across the screen. **Ask your new wife if she can swim. Clara couldn’t.** Elena read it. So did Adrian. And this time, the controlled, untouchable Adrian Blackwood looked afraid.

Deleting the message now would do nothing. This isn't making any sense. “Don’t be selfish now, Isobelle. Let your kid meet his family. Plus, do you think Nikolai's family can let you board the flight somewhere to continue living your life knowing you are still married to their son? Not to mention, now that they know about their grandson?”