Carl Wife Up Novels & Stories

the two girls said uniformly and chuckled at the slight coincidence "then without further delay, let me introduce my new wife who goes by the name Rose, she's my priceless jewel now," my husband said and kissed my cheek "It's nice to meet you, Mrs Rose, I'm Kingsley Decker" his son replied and stretched his hand for a handshake I shook hands with him and we both smiled at each other "I'm Lisa, it's nice to meet you," one of the girls said and shook hands with me "I'm Georgina, the last born of the house, it's a pleasure having you in our family," the last girl said

Bella I married for money and not for love. I dumped the fact that there may be people who care about me, and there were those who faked it. While the wedding certificates were being signed by my contract husband, I lived in the delusional state that this was not a contract, it was real. Mr. Blackwood will definitely not frame that contract, and Valerie? She can't do more than give me a dead stare from her seat. Moving around to get to a better position to have my signatures on the marriage certificate made me feel nauseous.

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

“You don’t need to explain. You’re my wife, and he’s my brother. I trust you both, and I’m sure you would never do anything to betray me.” When she heard this, Olivia seemed even more panicked. She collapsed into my arms with a look of frustration. “Hugh, why have you been so cold to me lately?” I looked down at her hand resting on my chest and suddenly felt a wave of disgust. That hand had just been on my brother’s chest a moment ago. I fought back the urge to gag. My face was pale as I said, “You two are adults. I trust you both know what you’re doing and can handle the consequences.”

Carl snickered as he threatened the pregnant woman’s unborn child. “And here I thought that you would have learnt your lesson and talked to me with more respect,” the Rogue Queen taunted. “Clearly I was wrong. You haven’t changed at all. You’re still the same asshole who pushed me into that d*ck rogue’s d*ck,” she spat out. “Same as you. You haven’t changed at all,” Carl calmly replied back. “You are still a selfish b*tch. Girlfriends eat burgers, pizzas and all, but this woman ate my happiness,” he sarcastically retorted.

Carl snickered as he threatened the pregnant woman’s unborn child. “And here I thought that you would have learnt your lesson and talked to me with more respect,” the Rogue Queen taunted. “Clearly I was wrong. You haven’t changed at all. You’re still the same asshole who pushed me into that d*ck rogue’s d*ck,” she spat out. “Same as you. You haven’t changed at all,” Carl calmly replied back. “You are still a selfish b*tch. Girlfriends eat burgers, pizzas and all, but this woman ate my happiness,” he sarcastically retorted.

My anger flared as I saw the other patrons looking at us in shock in the restaurant, as they heard Rowan publicly declare me as his wife. "Mr. Carson, why would you end my call like that? You promised to keep our marriage a secret because you have a true love. What right do you have to interfere in my own affairs?" I queried Rowan coldly, as I could not believe his partiality. Rowan tells me that I am his wife on paper only, and that I shouldn't broadcast that I am his wife—a trophy that any other woman would be proud to post and announce on her social media page. And yet, he snatched my phone and declined my potential suitor. Was that how I interfered with his relationship with Sage?

“Some wounds are better confronted than ignored.” Vargo’s smile widened. “And this must be your wife. The infamous Elena Sinclair, now Thorne. You’re even more stunning in person.” Elena felt the chill of that compliment. The way his eyes held hers a fraction too long. “Thank you, Mr. Vargo,” she replied smoothly. “Your reputation precedes you.” “I’d hope so,” he murmured, smirking. “Enjoy the evening, Mrs. Thorne. It promises to be… unforgettable.”

"Wife? What wife?" "You're married, Carl!" After a few seconds, Carl finally raised his head to look at Catherine on the screen, the expression on his face changing from panic to relief. "You can't blame me. I never asked you to do anything for me!" Catherine gaped at him, tears streaming down her face. "Carl, do you know what you're saying?" "Do you think I don't know what you did to become famous, to climb the ladder?" "Augustine told me everything."

He woke me up for lunch and took the opportunity to get to know me better ; " There are only two women that can get to my brother and it's you and Mike's wife who discovered that she was in love with my brother." " I'm sorry you're going through what you're going through and I can see it in your eyes that you're not over what happened so let me get this straight your brother married your ex wife. How's that possible or did they know each other before they went out because I met Carl a long time ago. "