Austin Mcbroom Wife Novels & Stories

“Ruby hasn’t been home much. Not since we married. Half the nights, she doesn’t come back at all.” Her brows knitted, lips tightening. “No wonder there’s been trouble between you two.” I nodded slowly, letting the silence weigh before I added the next knife. “She says she wants a divorce. That it’s over. But… I don’t understand how.” Her eyes clouded, and I knew I had her attention. That’s when I leaned in, lowered my voice, let it crack just enough. “She’s been spending time with Austin. My older brother.” Her head jerked slightly, surprise flashing across her face. I pressed on, careful, measured.

Hunt said. "I'll forgive you when we come back" Mrs. Hunt replied and stood up from the chair. "You're so mean," Mr. Hunt said. "I know, no need to remind me" Mrs. Hunt replied. "My son is back!" Mrs. Hunt said and walked out of the house. Austin came down from the car and Mrs. Hunt smiled at him. "Austin my love I have gotten you a wife," Mrs. Hunt said. "Are you joking mum?" Austin asked.

But knowing myself I'm not contented with a simple kiss that's why I deepen our kiss and we ended up in love making. Everything went smooth in the past weeks. I learn to respect Alex. And it feels light. I must thank my wife for this. Jana seems happy with her relationship with Alex because she rarely went to me. At least everything is falling into place. Mara is in America . She will stay there for a week because of the HID event. I knew she will get the deal. Mara is known now in the business industry. I just smile when I remember what my business partners were telling me about her.

It still didn’t change the fact that I, in fact, am a proud wife of my husband, Austin Hook. …. A/N: Oh my goshhh! That’s so cute(⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠).

she whispered. His heart dropped. “It’s me. Austin,” he said, reaching for her hand. “Your husband.” She pulled her hand away, fear creeping into her face. “No. I’m not married. I’m just… I’m just a girl. My name is Rosemary Lucy. I live in Cresthill with my mom and dad. I’m sixteen.” Austin stumbled back. Sixteen? That was years ago. “Rose,” he whispered, trying not to panic. “You’re not sixteen. You’re twenty-three. You’ve been living with me. You’re my wife.”

And something that would remind James Westbrook that he wasn't the only one capable of big moves. My phone buzzed as I headed back to my office. Unknown number. I frowned, swiping to answer. "Alexander Carter." "Mr. Carter, this is Rachel from your PR team." I stopped walking. "What's going on?" "We have a situation. There are articles circulating online about your wife. " "What is it?" I asked, keeping my voice level despite the tension creeping up my spine. "I'll share all the details to your email, Mr. Carter. The articles are spreading quickly across multiple platforms."

As Chris stepped onto the stage under everyone’s watchful eyes, someone murmured, “Isn’t he the chairman of the Summit Infirmary? I remember seeing him in the news not long ago.” “Yeah, there are even photos of him inside the Summit Infirmary.” “If I’m not mistaken, Chris should be Jessica’s husband, right? Last year there were rumors that the two divorced... seems like it had something to do with that kid from the Hall family who just returned, now the CEO of Aitairy, Michael. How...”

“You’re my wife, Zoe! We have a son together. We're a family. Do you understand that? And you’re throwing yourself at him like—like—” “I am not your wife!” I screamed, my voice shaking. The words hung in the air. Austin froze. He looked shocked and pale. His eyes showed deep hurt. “What… What did you just say?” His voice cracked with emotion. I held his stare, trembling but firm. “I said I am not your wife. We never got married, Austin. You’ve been lying to me. Manipulating me. Making me live in a life that never existed.” He staggered a step back, like the ground beneath him was breaking apart. Then, his shock turned to anger. He looked at Owen, and the venom returned.

“I was told the accident… took someone’s life. Paula Whitney. I sincerely mourn her passing. And once I was cleared up to go home, since my recovery could continue there, the first thing I did was visit her grave. There was no way I could ignore Mrs. Paula.” "Do you know who Mrs. Paula Whitney is? She was a prominent woma—" "The wife of Mr. Orlando Gilbert, right?" I smiled calmly. "Yes, I know who she was. My manager told me. And the issue with the Gilbert family has already been resolved. Isn’t that right, Mr. Manager?" I turned to Rio, who nodded in agreement. "That’s right," Rio answered promptly. "There are no issues with the Gilbert family. Everything has been handled in the best way p

My tone was as calm, as though I were talking about the weather. “Yes. Georgia and I have signed the divorce agreement. Since we’ve terminated our arranged marriage, the business ties between our families naturally come to an end as well. That’s how it works. You’re in business, so you should understand this.” There was a long silence on the other end of the line. It was so long that I thought the line had dropped. Then, I heard a heavy sigh as if she was releasing all the weight that had been weighing on her chest. “What a disaster!”