Novel & Cerita Who Is Ash Wife Misty Or Serena

I couldn't hear everything clearly anymore. “You know what her cousin, Regan, told me?” Xena continued in her frosty, self-important tone. “She caught you two making out on the field this morning.” I gasped before I could stop myself. Xena turned sharply. “What was that?” "Nothing. Just the car,” Asher replied quickly, shutting her door before getting into the driver’s seat. "You can't even deny? So it's true?!” Xena raised her voice. Asher revved the engine. "I thought you should know how much her cousin hates her. Don’t you think she’s lying? Why would I make out with a nobody like her?”

it's Ash that said that that's why I immediately throw him the bottle but he easily evades it. "Then, his charm didn't work that's why we help him but to no avail, it failed " Ashton added and they both laugh, true motherfuckers. "Shut the fuck up or do you want to go to the hospital?" I threatened them that causes them to stop laughing. "Just chill, so when is the wedding day?” And this one!! I’m getting married for Pete's sake! And my one and only soon to be bride is none other than Alaister Lilyane Hirsch! That woman is an amazona and a fucking popular model.

I scrutinized his face for any sign of guilt, but he remained stoic. "Come in," a gentle female voice responded from inside, and my heart sank a little. I stepped in first, eager to gauge her reaction upon seeing me. The woman lying in the bed was undeniably beautiful, exuding a fragile aura that instinctively made one want to protect her. Her smile faltered upon seeing me, confusion knitting her brows. "May I help you?" "Hi, Ms. Lianna," I said coolly, noting her fleeting look of disappointment. "Lianna, this is my wife—Serena," Jethro introduced as he followed into the room.

Then I leaned toward the microphone and spoke softly. "Good evening, everyone. My name is Quentin Thompson. I'm Ms. Hemsley's legal husband. We've been married for ten years, and we have a three-year-old son together. And I'm also..." I paused, letting my gaze sweep across Adeline's pale face. "...the majority owner of this company, with a 51% stake."

“You were terrified? I don’t give a damn how you feel, Caleb. I don’t need your concern, and I certainly don’t need your pity.” “Where was all this concern when I needed you five years ago? Where was this husband you’re pretending to be now? You never cared when I cried and you certainly never cared when I begged you to believe me. So don’t stand here pretending to be the husband I spent three years praying for. I am not your wife anymore. Now get the hell out!” Ashley shouted at the top of her voice, stunning both men including Jamal. “Then what about him?” Caleb demanded, glaring at Jamal. “What the hell is he doing here?”

Serena said. Vera blinked suspiciously. Was Serena giving up on Cassian? That was entirely unlike her. "What about you?" she couldn't resist asking. "Me? I'm still going to be with Cassian, of course," Serena declared with a bright smile. "I'll be his wife, but you can be his mistress."

But two could play at that game. "Well, I'm so glad you could make it," I said, my voice dripping with false sincerity. "I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time... all of us together." Of course, we will, but I will make sure yours is hell. We both exchanged another smile. As if on cue, a group of women – the wives of Kingsley's friends – called out to Ashley as they all approached us. I had never met them before, but I knew them through the media as each one of them was quite popular; Courtney( Ryan's wife) was an actress, Lydia( Lin's wife) was an artist and owned a popular gallery, Jenny (Max's wife)was a full-time housewife and also known as the most devoted wife, while Hilda(Jim's wife)was

-Lisa- Asher was behaving like a dickhead, fusing over a woman he barely knows anything about. I hissed to myself. And that is even if the sad tale about the woman was true. Who knows? She had been his mistress before now, and he was hiding it from us all because there was no way that was just a random woman to him. Anyway, no matter how he shouts and screams, Jasmine is dead and gone. He should prepare to mourn her instead, but one thing is certain: she is gone for good.

“I'm trying… I have a few detectives on Dale's case to find any clues that prove Ariel's crime and once she is locked away in prison, I can get my family back. Alex, Blue and me— “Hold that thought” I cut him off, my voice stern which leaves him surprised. “You’re forgetting something very important” I start and he frowns. I lean forward, “Blue is my wife” At that, Asher's face turns pale. “It’s because she misunderstood me” he says, “I'm sure when she hear the truth, everything will be back to normal between us” I almost laugh, “Do you not understand, Asher? She is married to me now. She will not leave me to get back with you”

"Please, don't remind me. It is what it is, but I'll miss them more than I can say." "Zenerva is an asshole. Look at what she missed." Zenerva was my wife, who one day when Ashley was five, told me she had fallen in love with another woman. In a week, she and whomever went to some island in the Pacific, and we have never heard from her since. "Her choice. Fortunately, Ashley was so young she had no memory of her. The only mother figure she has is her Aunt Deb, who spoils her shamelessly." Deb laughed and sipped her iced tea, "Guilty as charged, but I learned from the best. Heli-skiing in Telluride with my son?"