Obsessed | Jude Bellingham

38.

Bianca Dawson
The life
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"We want to have a dinner, super private, just the wives and girlfriends of the players," Mishel, the wife of Courtois, said, her voice warm and inviting.

"When is this?" I asked, curious but also a bit hesitant.

"Oh, it's next Saturday," she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she eagerly waited for my answer.

"I think Jude should be available, and I should be too, so I'll speak with him and let you know," I responded, trying to sound as enthusiastic as she was.

"Sure, just reply in our WhatsApp group so everyone knows who's coming. You know, just for transparency," she smiled, her words friendly but with an underlying tone that suggested the importance of the group's unity.

As I sat there in the luxury suite at the stadium, watching the match with the other wives and girlfriends, I couldn't help but take in the atmosphere around me. The suite was beautifully decorated, with plush seats and large windows that offered a perfect view of the pitch below. The excitement of the game filled the air, but there was also a sense of calm in the suite, as if the women here were used to this lifestyle.

Mishel was seated next to me, her eyes occasionally darting to the field but mostly focused on the conversation among the women. She had an effortless grace about her, the kind that comes from years of being in the public eye. The other women were equally composed, chatting about everything from their children's schools to their latest charity projects.

Being a WAG was more than just being married or dating a football player. It was like being part of an exclusive club, where everyone knew each other's business and supported each other in their own way. But there was also a subtle competition, a quiet comparison of who was wearing what, who was doing what, and who seemed the happiest.

As the match continued, Mishel leaned over to me again, "We also do a big charity event during Christmas," she said, her tone casual but her eyes focused on mine. "Would you want to be a part of this year's event?"

I nodded, "I'd love to. Just let me know what you need, and I'll do my best to help."

She smiled, clearly pleased with my response. "Great! I'll resend the details in the group chat. It's a lot of work, but it's for a good cause, and it's always a lot of fun."

I returned her smile, but my mind was racing. Being a part of this world was more intense than I had imagined. There were expectations, unspoken rules, and a constant need to keep up appearances. It wasn't just about being with Jude; it was about being part of his life, which included all of this.

The other women in the suite were a mix of personalities. Some were bubbly and chatty, clearly enjoying the social aspect of the game more than the game itself. Others were more reserved, like me, observing and listening more than speaking. There was a lot to learn, not just about football, but about how to be apart of this new world.

Despite the glamorous surroundings, it was clear that these women worked hard to maintain their lives. They organized charity events, supported their partners through the ups and downs of their careers, and kept their families together despite the challenges that came with being in the spotlight. It was a lot to take in, but also a bit inspiring.

As I sat back down in the plush seat of the luxury suite, Ivana Modric, Luka's wife, leaned in closer from her spot on the right.

"We would've added you to the group chat earlier," she said, her voice warm and welcoming, "but we wanted to be sure that you and Jude were serious. You know how it is. It's sad when girlfriends come and go."