Carl Azuz Wife Novels & Stories

"A quick reminder and you remember my position, huh? Good for you." Salazar did not respond as he waited. He knew that Amaris would keep commenting on whatever he said and eventually change the subject. When Amaris realized what he was doing because obviously he could read his mind, he simply sighed. "It sucks that you know me so well." He got up from his chair and moved to the window, looking out at the moonless night sky. "Axel killed my wife." . . . ____________________________

I ran to him and he looked at me all sad . "Perelli?" "Massa. I'm so sorry I knew she was up to something but we didn't know her target was your girlfriend." I took a deep breath and looked at Carl seriously. " Carl Cleo is my wife and you are telling me that your sister is responsible for what's going on ?" " Yes . " " Where is Cleo ? " " She's been air lifted to hospital with Marc . Marc was awake when they took them both ..." " And Cleo? "

“That’s impossible. Carlie isn’t like that. Besides, how could she possibly have beaten you in a drag race?” Zachary raised his brow. “I used to think that it was impossible too, but she won and she became my wife, just like she wanted.” “What…” Zenios was close to a breakdown. Zachary started his engine and drove away. “Uncle, wait up! Uncle…” Zenios watched as Zachary drove further and further away. He raised his voice and said, “Uncle, remember this—Carlie is the only woman I’ve ever loved. As long as there’s hope that I could be with her, I’ll never give up.”

She ignored how much pain I had been going through and kept insisting on staying together. Yet, this time, everything had changed. Florence suddenly recalled the most recent stack of papers she had signed and my subsequent silence. She fell to the floor on her knees, covered her face, and started to cry. “No, it’s impossible. Ty would never divorce me.” Seeing Florence crying so piteously made Isaiah’s jealousy intensify. “What’s so great about Tyson Schultz? He’s already divorced you!” Right after he said this, Florence slapped him. “Nonsense! There’s no way Tyson would abandon me! If you keep saying such nonsense, I’ll kill you!”

I quickly toweled off and rushed to the phone, hoping it was a message from my assistant. I felt a rush of relief when I saw that the message was from my PA, but that relief quickly turned to dread when I saw the words on the screen. “I'm sorry,” I read, “Franco is married, and his wife has not been on social media because she hates attention. I have a picture of their wedding certificate. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I hope you're okay.” I let out a long sigh, the weight of the mystery crushing me. I didn't know what to do next, I just wanted to put the whole thing behind me. But as I stood there my mind racing, I knew that wasn't going to be possible.

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

During this period, Georgia called me countless times. At first, it was all insults. She called me ruthless and accused me of abandoning her to survive on her own. Later, it turned into begging. She cried and pleaded with me to help her family for the sake of our eight-year marriage. “Simon, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I shouldn’t have gotten involved with Fernando. I shouldn’t have listened to his nonsense. I’ve always loved you! “Simon, if you’re willing to invest in our company again, I’ll do anything for you! I’ll even beg on my knees!”

The wedding of Lucien Gray, President of Gray Family, is undoubtedly the most luxurious and high-profile wedding in Cagliari's history. The long red carpet stretches almost from east to west of the city, and the red ribbons are lined with celebrating citizens. Instead of taking a car, Lucien Gray and Nina Morrison ride through the city in an eight-horse golden carriage, with long lace wedding dresses dancing in the wind along with the music of violins. The people in the carriage smile like beautiful flowers. "Daddy, many people are watching us!" Nelson Gray sits between Lucien Gray and Nina Morrison, his eyes wide with curiosity.

“She’s his wife now? Since when? It is only a contract.” “Months?” Lysandra’s voice broke. “But he didn’t tell me, Dad. Not once. Not a text. Not a call. Nothing. And she just, she stood there, covered in blood, bruised, like she belonged there. And he carried her upstairs. He held her like she was something precious. Something he couldn’t lose. He didn’t even look back at me.” Senator Vauxhaul’s jaw clenched. Fury simmered beneath his polished exterior.