What Is William Afton's Wife Name の小説・ストーリー

"I'm glad you are interested. Her name is Nicolette Lyiora Atlas's daughter. Their family used to be the second biggest before a problem with William occurred" "What kind of problem?" "Well, the most I can tell you is that William is a very selfish individual without a care in the world for anyone. He poisoned his own wife and harmed his granddaughter. That's why they've been in hiding, and while this event is big, we'll be keeping your wife's name a secret to prevent William from knowing her whereabouts." "Gonna be hard to keep it concealed, especially with our family." "Your grandfather already set up a sniper and a large amount of security outside and in."

So William proceeded: "Instead of my bride, I found a note from Inez, in which she asked pardon for what she had done, saying she had long loved Sir Arthur, but did not dare tell me so. They were going to England, whither she wished me to send a part of her portion, as her husband was not wealthy. I could understand Inez's character perfectly, and could readily see that she preferred a titled but poor Englishman to a wealthy, but plain American, so I gave her up quietly." "And was mighty glad to get shut of her so," interrupted Joshua. "From that time," continued William, "I gave up all thoughts of marriage, and devoted myself to increasing my wealth, and spending it for my own comfort and t

Then I put the pic away and looked at William Afton feeling down, so King Thorax, Queen Chrysalis and I walked towards him. “William, is something bothering you?” I asked William. The missing children, Charlotte Emily, Clara Afton, Henry Emily, Noah Afton, Elizabeth Afton, Michael Afton & Evan Afton looked at me and William having a conversation “oh protector to be honest something is bothering me… I have been regretting my actions since the beginning of the FNAF franchise. I can’t stop thinking my murderous actions to the people I killed… I should be in hell with OMC but instead that didn’t happen because of your arrival… I…I kept getting nightmares of myself getting tortured by my family,

Ashford. Elena looked at the signature for a long moment. She had signed it, Rosa Ashford. Not Castellano. Not the name she had hidden under or the name Carmen had borrowed or the name that appeared on death certificates and headstones and thirty-one years of absence. Rosa M. Ashford. She had signed it as Marcus's wife. As an Ashford by choice and by love and by the legal fact of a marriage, James had spent thirty years pretending hadn't happened.

Katherine Isobelle is Preston’s sister. They lost both of their parents because of an accident when they were young. Katherine Isobelle was a photographer. She used to work in New Zealand. Katherine Isobelle was married and she has a son. She signed the divorce papers but according to Preston, they are still married, because the divorce didn't push through. She has Belle’s DNA and that means they are the same person. Even after knowing all these facts, Hyacinth still couldn’t fully process everything that happened. A lot doesn't make sense. If it would, no one but her could make sense of it all but until she gets her memory back, it would be impossible.

Saved for now. “ The next month...” William Adams looked back at Ana and then at Jackson, confusing Ana. “ Anastasia will Marry Jackson. ”

"She has grief and money and a sister who died before her child was born. Judges are human, Elias." I pressed two fingers to the bridge of my nose. Outside my window the city was doing its usual indifferent thing. "What do you need from me?" "I need to know if Vanessa has anything. Any documentation, any communication, anything Claire may have sent her about the surrogacy before she died." "I don't know what Claire sent her." "Then find out. Go through whatever you have. Emails, texts, letters. If Claire told her sister she was planning this and framed it in a way that gave Vanessa any expectation of involvement—" She stopped. "I need to know before Vanessa's attorney does."

"Oh, darling. I’m doing this for you. I’m cleaning up the mess you’re too blinded by that woman to handle. That woman is a liability. She’s a thief, a fraud, and she’s dragging the Donovan name through the mud." "She is my wife," I hissed, leaning over the table. I could feel my pulse thrumming in my neck, a frantic, rhythmic warning. "And Ezra is my son. If you touch them, I will burn everything you love. I will liquidate the trusts. I will pull the Donovan name from every charity you lead. You will be a social pariah by dawn." She didn't flinch, instead she took a slow, deliberate sip of her drink, her eyes mocking me, "You always were so dramatic. Just like your father. He had a soft spot

That was how the Westons wrapped themselves around my life, how their family became entangled with mine. I hated that I still found him intimidating. Even now, even after marrying into this viper’s nest, he could silence me with a single glance. At his right, Estelle leaned back in her chair, perfectly coiffed hair gleaming under the light, lips curved into a cruel smirk. She's Jon’s second wife, by the way. And she's nothing like the first—the sickly, fragile woman who had at least been kind. Her name was Agatha and she passed away.

Whitmore turned to me, smiling casually — as though her answer were the most natural thing in the world. "She's Madam Seraphina Ashford," she said. "Aldric Ashford's wife."