Carl Azuz Wife Novels & Stories

Rage burned so hot and bright I felt my vision haze. The picture was of Stephanie naked in bed, fast asleep on Carter's chest as he kissed her forehead and one hand on her breast to cover her modesty. It almost looked believable, like a screensaver someone might have of their wife. It looked tender and loving, and worse, proof that they had consummated their marriage, meaning it would be impossible for me to annul and overturn.

“Your hand on my wife’s what’s worse.” Carl’s hand left mine before he could catch himself. He looked sheepishly at me before throwing a disgusted look at his friend. “Knock that off, she’s my sister.” “You’re not blood-related, and you got a crush on her since you finally noticed how gorgeous and hot she actually is. But she’s mine now.” I got two pecks on my cheek when my husband reached my side, a hug, then a more thorough kiss on my mouth on full display of Carl. I glared at him after it.

Carol looked at me admiringly, “From the first time I saw you, I knew you were a girl of courage and wisdom. Being Mrs. Rodriguez doesn't just mean being Nuri's wife, you have to deal with a lot of people and things on behalf of our family. I know you can do it.” “I'll do my best.” “As for Azariah, this is between you and Nuri. I will not interfere in your personal affairs. You are husband and wife now. You have to deal with these problems yourselves. This is also a test of your relationship.” Carol tapped me on the shoulder. “Being a couple is not an easy thing to do. It's a very complicated course that takes a person a lifetime to learn.” Thinking about Nuri and Azariah's engagement, I fel

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

Carlos added making sure to say the last part quietly. “And she makes head turn when she is on her feet too...you forgot to add that...” Carl said with a wide grin. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it the bad way...” he added when he saw Lawrence hadn’t exactly taking a liking to his joke. Silence fell among the three men as they resumed their drinking and focused on the television. “She seemed like a really nice woman to wife...I mean she is beautiful and from a good family too. You could love her actually...”

"According to these records, she was married. Husband deceased though." The word 'husband' sent a spike of rage through me. "What is his name?" "Antonio Miguel Castellanos." Raul scrolled through the sparse file. "But there's nothing substantial. No wedding photos, no joint tax records, no social media presence together. Just a death certificate dated five years ago." "So she supposedly loses a husband and then what? Appears as a vineyard CEO a year later?" I slammed my palm on the table. "Bullshit."

Izzy’s Aunt Marie, a warm and chatty woman with a knack for organization, took over some of the smaller tasks, freeing Izzy up to focus on the bigger decisions. Marie beamed as she helped Izzy finalize the flower arrangements in the penthouse living room. “You’ve really outdone yourself, Izzy. This wedding is going to be stunning. And Liam seems like such a wonderful man. Your parents would have been so proud of you.” The mention of her parents brought tears to Izzy’s eyes, but she smiled through them, placing a hand over Marie’s. “Thank you, Aunt Marie. That means a lot.” Liam’s mother, Caroline, also arrived, bringing her own touch of charm to the preparations. Though she and Liam had a co

"My marriage is none of your business. Jesse, why are you walking with her?" I motioned for Margaret to come with me and prepared to leave. "She helped me, and we're going to eat. As for you, my dear ex-wife, it would be better if you didn't come." Sinead froze at that title. Right then, her phone rang urgently. She picked it up and saw that it was Zachary. In that brief moment, Margaret and I had already gotten into the car and left. Sinead could not catch up even if she wanted to.

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

He didn't know how to report this result to his precious daughter. Violet saw Carl's figure walking away, but she didn't go after him. If she had anything to fight for, it would be the position of Carl's wife. Moreover, she wouldn't allow him to have any unresolved marriages or relationships. Before then, she didn't want to be in that ambiguous and confusing relationship with him … When Carl exited the hotel, his face was dark red. He dialed a number. "Find out if the Whites have sent any assassins." "Understood!"