Wilbur Soot's Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Warhol won't last long. Then, a photo came through. It showed Grayson with his face resting against her stomach. His bare upper body was covered in red marks, the kind that left no room for misunderstanding. His fingers stiffened. He scrolled up. Ruby had been sending messages to Violet almost every day. [I'm pregnant.] [Grayson and I have been together for a year.] [You're a pathetic excuse for a girlfriend.] And not just messages—there were countless intimate photos. And then, at the very end, a video.

She moved a little to face him. "After the contract signing, Aunt push us to leave the house as soon as possible. While me and Andy, with no other place to go, he brought me to his girlfriend_____." "He had a girlfriend?" Nathan interrupts, happy to hear it. "Yes, she's the one who's working at the pub." But he fell silent when he heard the answer. She didn't mind it and continued speaking.

she said, "she is the hostess of Prestige Entertainment now, isn't she?" Wilbur hesitated, fear creeping into his eyes as he stammered, "It’s you. Of course, it’s you!" Alice, still dazed from the fall, pushed herself up. It appeared as though she cared more about his heart than the humiliation she was getting. She glared at Wilbur, her voice filled with defiance. "Didn't you say you'd divorce her? Didn’t you say you had no feelings for this… this faded woman?" Wilbur’s reaction was immediate. "Don’t speak that way," he snapped, his eyes flashing a brief, dangerous silver. "I’ve never said that, and I won’t stand for this. My mate and I will never be torn apart."

A slightly diffident look flashed across Ruby's eyes for a moment as she explained, "Wilbur lives very far away from the airport. He's been exhausted these past few days, so I let him rest here first." "That's right, Francis," Wilbur said. "Sorry for disturbing. I know you're angry at me. I brought you some gifts as an apology. I hope you'll let it go and not hold it against me." As he spoke, he took out a bouquet of white lilies from behind him and handed it to me. I glanced at it indifferently. These were the exact same flowers I had seen in his Instagram post earlier. I had seen him put it on his deceased family member's grave.

Everything was perfectly normal. "Do you want to grab a bite?" "Sure." "What do you feel like eating?" I thought for a moment. "Buffalo wings." She laughed. "Alright. I know a place that makes really spicy buffalo wings." Lena's assistant, Alison Holt, took over the rest of the paperwork with Bernard. He cooperated fully the whole way through. He didn't drag his feet, nor did he reach out to me again. Only once, Alison told me that when Bernard was confirming the final document, he had paused over it for a long time before signing.

“Is it one of your fiancée candidates? Or a mystery girl with no ranks whatsoever?” I pondered for a bit. “…It’s a noble, but not among the candidates.” “I see. She must have been really pretty for you to be infatuated by her.” Wilbur’s expression brightened up. Was it THAT interesting to hear my love story? “Well… Indeed.” I shrugged. Really pretty is an understatement. He is ETHEREALLY beautiful to be exact. I heard a soft chuckle from Wilbur, which made me gave him a questioning look.

"He brought this many men? If I didn't know better, I'd think he absolutely hated his girlfriend." "Good thing he failed. At least now she sees what kind of animal he really is." "Saying she wasted his time? That's actually hilarious." "Look at how that whole family dresses. They've definitely been living off her money for years." "With someone supporting him like that, his job probably wasn't bad either." "If she kept putting off marriage, maybe it's because he wasn't ambitious enough." "I doubt that's the only reason. That homegirl of his keeps calling herself his queen or whatever. Who could tolerate their boyfriend having a girl like that around?"

My hands trembled as I picked it up. “Read it. Out loud.” I swallowed. “This agreement states that Blake Monroe will act as Ethan Blackwood’s girlfriend for a duration of three months, in exchange for the sum of thirty million dollars, to be paid upon successful completion of the arrangement.” I dropped the paper. He watched me with that damn smirk. “Well?” I stared at him. “Are you completely out of your f**king mind?”