Widow Of The South Book Novels & Stories

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?”

Widow. Sable’s breath hitched violently. “No,” she mouthed, panic rising. “No—” Lyra Varr began walking toward her. Not fast. Not frantic. Inevitable. Sable’s body screamed at her to run. And then, in the silence beneath the officiant’s trembling words, Sable heard something else—closer than the wolves, closer than the wind. A voice, low and ruined, pressed intimate against the inside of her ear like breath. Run, little widow.

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.

“Dad, Grandpa, hasn’t Waylon arrived yet?” Titus handed the child to Freyja and turned around. “Yes, Wayne, that brat secretly found himself a wife after returning to Zlokova and didn’t even tell me about her. I also want to see just what kind of woman he’s found for himself.” Nicholas smiled. “The woman that he’s found resembles you when you were at your peak back then.” Titus frowned. “What do you mean by that?” Nicholas laughed loudly. “She’s the daughter of the infamous Sunny Southern of the East Islands. How can she be any inferior when compared side by side to Wayne?”

"The security droids are idling. The loop is holding, but the core processor is starting to purge the memory. You have three minutes before the house wakes up." "I don't need three minutes," Dante replied. I heard the muffled thud of a flash-bang from the floor above, followed by the rhythmic, clinical pop-pop of his suppressed .45s. He wasn't auditing; he was clearing the ledger. I reached the server vault a chamber of pulsing crimson light that looked like the interior of a heart. And there, sitting in a high-backed chair of spun glass, was the discrepancy I had been hunting. The Widow. She didn't look like a ghost. She looked like a queen in exile. Her hair was a shock of silver, pulled b

The sound made my stomach drop. I scrambled back until my spine hit the headboard. “Who are you?” I demanded, even though fear had already started creeping into my bones. “Why are you in my house?” One of them looked around slowly, his gaze dragging over the room before settling on me. “So you’re the widow,” he said. My throat went dry. “You need to leave this house right away.” He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “Your house isn’t yours anymore.” My pulse quickened. “What do you mean? What do you want?”

Iris said as I burst into laughter. “I wanted that as much as you did but if he died just like that without suffering, of what use would my second chance be??? I want him to feel every pain I felt and that can only be possible if we end up getting married…he was a widower in my previous life but this time around, I would be the widow.” "That's my girl!!!! Look, I was planning on traveling back soon but because of you, I won't do that anymore…I am with you all the way in this plan of yours.” Iris said as I smiled.

His dead body was laid on the floor covered with a white sheet with people surrounding him and a woman over his chest as she wept like a woman who is sincerely in vain at his departure. While me. I sat out of all those people away from the body leaning back to the pillar with my legs cuddled to my chest, my hands around my legs as I looked at her with zero expression as the tear strains on my cheeks itched. I'm outcasted from his people while I'm his wife. I don't understand anything. I was married just yesterday and I became a widow today. And no one came to console me but strangely three women who are his mother, aunt, and sister were consoling that particular woman while I am staring at t