Widow Of The South Book Novels & Stories

"Vera, Noah's gone, and you're still young. You can't spend the rest of your life alone. Why not remarry while you can? "Find someone to rely on, so you'll always have someone to take care of you. My cousin here is a good man. He won't let you down." I couldn't help but laugh in exasperation. "Noah hasn't been gone that long, and you're already trying to find me a new husband? Isn't that a little inappropriate?" Matthew's expression hardened at once. "What's inappropriate about it? We're doing this for your own good. You're still young. How can you spend the rest of your life as a widow?"

At that name, the widow’s composure fractured for an instant—just an instant—but long enough for Savannah to see it: a flicker of recognition, of old grief bound to secrets. “You carry her shadow like your own,” the widow said at last. “But shadows are not free. If I give you what I have, then you will owe me a debt. And debts, my dear, must be paid in blood or loyalty.” The fire cracked in the hearth. Savannah felt her pulse trip, Colton’s hand brushing her wrist beneath the table, steadying, grounding. Yet the choice already loomed. *** The widow rose at last, her gown whispering like a prayer. From the mantel she lifted a lacquered box, small, unassuming, yet bound with a clasp of iron. S

I blinked, realizing I didn’t know she had been married. “I had no idea you were married before.” She looked away as if the memory was too painful to revisit. “I didn’t think it was important. But Anthony has a way of preying on vulnerable women. Especially widows.” A chill ran down my spine. I was a widow, too. Did she see me as his next victim? “How did you two meet?”

And the next morning, all of high society erupted because Annie's bodyguard sent the photos to Senator James Rollins. James flew into a rage and stormed the Harrison family residence with his people. "Marcus Harrison, get out here!" Marcus had just returned home when James's bodyguards pinned him to the ground. "Senator, I can explain—" "Explain?" James roared. "You cheated on your wedding night. What is there to explain? "Who is that woman? Your mistress?" Marcus gritted his teeth and said nothing. Then Annie walked out with an ashen face. "Dad, I want a divorce."

Chapter 3-The Widow’s refusal Marriage. The word echoed through her ears and mind. It didn’t make any sense. She was still in mourning. According to psychologists, widows tend to suffer a small stage of delirium through their grief. Victoria posed what she just heard as that—her mind playing games with her. “Toria.” Her mother muttered from behind her, “It’s for the best. Marrying Vincent is for— “Marriage?” She cut her off, “This isn’t a joke?!”

The twosome left their room looking like a newlywed couple, one simple and cute, the other cold and mysterious. Author’s note: hey y’all, it’s been a while. I would like to inform y’all that devoted to the billionaire widower is coming to an end, we are nearly at the climax. I remembered telling you guys that I would like to end this book in March or early April, from now on the plot will seem rushed so please forgive me, I have another exams coming and two books on the side. Mass release of chapters will begin soon but expect a few from me tomorrow. Thank you all for your understanding and keep showering this book with love.

“Let’s begin this with Sir Jacob Wilings— the two-faced team leader. Whoa! He was so gentle in the beginning, teaching me around the ropes, but next day, it was a complete one eighty degree. The entire world could praise me at this point, but he would find something to complain about. But do you want to know the reason behind his cranky personality? The widow he chased after got married. He loved her since his teen days, but she married someone else. And then, after her husband died, he tried his best to become a perfect man for her. But guess what!? Even this time, she chose someone else over him, and on top of that, that person was poor, having the widow provide for him.

"A big guy like you? I couldn't possibly ask for your help." It was not long before she served up a spread of homemade dishes that looked and smelled amazing. Vonn popped open a beer and poured me a glass. There we were, two souls adrift, finding solace in each other's company. Years ago, my wife left me because I was not ‘successful’ enough for her. She resented me for not being able to get her the big house or fancy car she wanted. She took off with someone else while I was hustling hard before we even had any children of our own.

“But we need to understand what really happened to your husband. If you’re willing to trust me… please tell us.” For a long moment, the widow just stared at Ava, torn between fear and the desperate need to be heard. Then, with trembling hands, she nodded. Minutes later, the restroom door swung open again. But the figure that emerged alongside Ava was no longer the broken woman from earlier. The widow now wore a grayish dress, her hair neatly combed, her face touched with light makeup. Her transformation was subtle yet enough to soften her grief-stricken features. Side by side, the two women walked calmly past the bodyguards. Their eyes scanned briefly, but failing to recognize the disguised

"Shh, be quiet. Mr. Fairchild is not like President Alvarez. He has a wife and he married up. I don't think he would dare do such a thing, would he?" Josephine smiled and no longer wished to hear what they were saying. She left with her documents. Everyone knew that Seth had a wife, yet they did not know that Lewis had a wife too. Sure enough, she was a humiliation to everyone. Did Lewis make her work so she would hear such cruel words about herself?