Carson Rowland Wife Novels & Stories

Mason sucked between his teeth while I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter baby, I also heard that his wife is also a pharmacist and will be establishing her own pharmaceutical company” Mason glanced at me, raising a brow. “Shouldn’t you be worried that she will be a rival?” “No, it doesn’t matter. As long as it is Rowan’s wife, I will be happy to help her” I beamed with a smile. “You are so pure, Lucia” I leaned on his shoulder and stopped in my tracks when Rowan strolled down the stairs looking more handsome and breathtaking than the last time I set eyes on him.

"I don't see what's making you so angry? Well... I have to tell Rodriguez I won't be at work tomorrow." *** "Where were you?" Rodriguez heard his wife quizzed him Immediately he got in. "What do you mean?" He played dumb. "I mean, you came early than expected. Are you ok?" "Of course I am. The deal just closed early." She almost choked heating him say the 'deal' like it was some casual manner. It took every bit of her not to reveal to him what she knew. She was living with a cold-blooded murderer and she had no idea, it was absolutely chilling.

Carson said in glee. “What's it, dad?” After suffering mishaps one after the other Saul was eagerly waiting for something good to happen. Carson’s call boosted his morale. “I think we traced back your sister. You might have surely heard of Rodriguez Industries, right? Celeste is soon to be the daughter-in-law of that family.” “What?” Carson’s declaration brought the news like lightning to Saul.

I believe she did not hold the same significance in Celine's heart as Kenzie did. Grayson responded, "Yes, Rory wasn't difficult to investigate. We've managed to confirm most of the basic information. I've got a detailed report, which I'll give to you once I'm back. I just returned from the neighboring city and didn't have time to get it. Also, I looked into Rory's wife." Grayson glanced at me. "His wife is quite the character. No one would have expected that Louis's assistant has a wife with such a hidden and illustrious background."

Harrison. “I was just getting some fresh air,” she said, still holding my waist like we were old companions. She looked at me. “This is my son, Rowan.” Rowan’s warm smile softened the shock still rattling inside me. “Hey. Are you… The boy’s mother? From the hospital?” I nodded. Mrs Harrison gestured to the elegant woman beside Rowan. “And this is Rowan’s wife, Clio.” “Hi,” I said politely. Clio offered only a stiff nod.

I couldn’t just move as my brain finally processed who this woman was. She is the taboo topic that Remi spoke of. She is Rowan’s woman, his fiancée and the person he is going to spend the rest of his life with. I couldn’t help but let my gaze fall on how Rowan’s hands wrap around her delicate wrists. Even though her face is swollen from long hours of grief and tears, her makeup smudged with dark circles under her eyes. She is still so pretty and elegant and it’s only normal that someone like Rowan bags a classy rich model girl as beautiful as her.

Caroline snarled under her breath while showing him what she had just finished writing. "Sorry sir, I need a little time to write down your type of work," lied Caroline. Even though she had been busy cursing the man silently before. "Next question, are you married?" "Yes. I have one wife named Cassie Malloy, you must know her. She is a famous model who often becomes a model for luxurious brands."

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. Jealousy bit at me under my skin. There were no bruises or cuts marring Stephanie's skin—nothing to indicate Carter had forced her into his bed. For a second, I could almost believe this had all been a ploy from the beginning for Stephanie to unravel me. But I knew deep down that was exactly what Carter wanted. For all I knew, Stephanie could have been drugged and she was asleep, completely unaware that Carter was beside her or had even taken the photo. My phone rang in my pocket as I pulled my gaze away from the image of my wife naked in my ene

Rowan’s family, who were walking towards him and Amara, also stopped when they caught a look from him not to mess with anything he was planning right now. Rowan continued. “I am sure you’re all wondering why you’re here tonight,” he said, his tone was layered with amusement. “I’ll get to that in a moment. But first, let me introduce someone.” The crowd held its breath. “This,” Rowan said, turning to Amara, “is my wife, Amara Falcone.” The moment Rowan announced Amara as his wife, it was as if the world had stopped spinning for everyone present. Their faces were pale if they couldn’t believe it as yet. But the next moment was filled with murmurs and whispers louder and chaotic.