Novel & Cerita Carl Wife Up

“I didn’t think you’d still be this shallow after so many years. You broke someone else’s marriage for money in the past. You have enough money now. Do you think you can really stop her from cheating on you?” Carlson gritted his teeth and wanted to slap me, but I blocked him. Instead, I slapped him repeatedly. Carlson yelled in pain. He wanted to fight me, but I subdued him. He had spent all these years living a good life. He was no longer the hardworking assistant he had been in the past. He could not even fight back, so he could only endure a few more slaps from me. “Don’t worry, I’m an educated man. I don’t want to be a homewrecker.

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

By the end of it, the company was nothing but an empty shell, and it was burdened with a pile of imminent debt. I came home that evening to find the house already cleaned. The sheets were fresh, and the floor had been mopped, but the lingering smell still hung in the air. Queenie was sitting on the couch, and her face was unnaturally pale. “Calvin, I don’t feel well.” I set my briefcase down and moved closer. “What’s wrong?” “I feel nauseous, and…” She glanced at me. “My period is two weeks late.” A thought struck me, and I did the math. It lined up perfectly with the pre-wedding “party” mentioned in the forum.

Carl thought, gazing at the couple. “Yes, do you know me?” Carl asked and smiled at them. His identity was special. Everyone knows him. Maybe they haven’t seen his face, but his name is a storm, raging everywhere. “Yes, everyone knows about you, Prince Carl,” Robert spoke as his wife hadn’t come back to the earth yet.

Carl holds Caroline's tightly closed hand before his little head turns towards Gabe. -"You did it again, Uncle Gabe!" He shoots a glare in our direction, and it worsens as he notices my tear-streaked face. "And you made Mommy cry too? How do you live with yourself?" If Carl wasn't upset before, he sure was now. Gabe and I look at each other perplexed. -"Uncle?" I mind-link him. -"Mommy?" He asks back through the link. -"Rob and Carl are blood-related through Susie. I married Rob; therefore, I am Carl's uncle?" Gave asks rhetorically.

Carl said. His words got me silent as my head went over all that he said. I was speechless and dazed. I couldn't believe my ears with all that I was hearing. "Vi.. Vivian, is having sex with my husband?" I asked again for more clarity and Carl gave a nod. I didn't know when the tears flowed down my eyes. I just stared at him in silence, the words he let out played constantly on my head. "Vivian is having sex with your husband, and she uses this to manipulate him, making him love her even the more, she always tells him awful things about you, and most times do some recordings using your voice so he'll think it is actually you"

Carl said, lifting me off the ground and I kicked my legs in the air and pouted. “Whatever chef! Just put me down, I'm starving you know.” I said as I beat his back playfully. He dropped me on the island, and kissed my forehead. We both made the meal and it was almost evening before we finished eating. We sat at the balcony and played chess, “Carl why on earth did you marry me?” I questioned, as we played while the sea breeze blew around us. “Because you are my soul mate and because you are an incredible looking woman.” Carl said truthfully, and I nodded with a smile. Because it was very obvious from his insistence and rushed marriage that it was not from knowing me. In fact, we were as good

“You should have thought about that before accepting to be my wife. I actually don't know why I'm having this conversation with you.” “Then it's futile.” “Yes, you're coming with me because you're my wife!” He snapped. “I'm only your wife by title, maybe I should remind you of that.” It was after she spoke she realized everything, she didn't understand what came over her but she apparently knew she was infuriated by his guts. Perhaps it was because of the stress. She wasn't sure. “For that alone you have no right to go against my words. Do you understand?” Charlene gazed intently into his eyes, she didn't know if she was to say another word or kept silent. “Good.”