Carson Rowland Wife Novels & Stories

Carson laughed and said, “Of course, it’s so rare that we bump into each other. I have to let you enjoy yourself to the fullest.” Demi nodded and said, “My grandson, Dickies, and your daughter, Connie, have been in a stable relationship for a while, right? That boy has finally gotten his mind straight.” Carson nodded with a smile and said, “Though I rarely bother myself with the affairs of the youngsters, the two of them should be together. I was discussing their matters with Heather a few days ago. It’s almost time for us to wed those two.” Demi said, “I also have the same idea in my mind. After I go home this time, I will go to your Yorke family to discuss their marriage. What do you say f

Carson As Fran opens the gate, my nerves skyrocket. Montana promised me her mother will come around quicker than my mom did. She describes her as positive and always smiling. But she’s never eloped with a rock star before. She has no way of knowing how her parents will react to our marriage. My hands shake as I reach to open the front door. “Carson,” Montana calls as she jogs towards me. “This is my mom, Tony. Mom, this is Carson Cavanaugh, my husband.”

He paused, then added, “And I won’t let Stephanie—or anyone—threaten you again.” They returned to the car in silence, but it was a peaceful silence—one that spoke of shared understanding. On the way home, Carson’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and frowned slightly. “It’s my mum,” he said, answering it with a sharp, “Yes?” Lena could only hear Carson’s side of the conversation. “No, I didn’t know Stephanie was at your house again... No, mother, I’m not coming over today... Because I’m spending the day with my wife... Yes, Lena... She is my wife, not a guest... Good day.”

I knew that face—I’d seen it in glossy magazines and gossip headlines splashed across my phone screen. "Hello, Amelia," she said smoothly, savoring my stunned expression. "We haven’t met formally. I’m Sienna Rhodes." The name hit me like a slap. Rowan’s ex-wife. Rowan’s impossibly glamorous, untouchable ex-wife.

"Then who is she?" I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, but I couldn't stop my voice from trembling. "Sebastian Smith, I'm your wife! What's wrong with you? Why don't you recognize me?" He reacted as if he had just heard a ridiculous joke. "Are you kidding me? My wife's name is Roseline Carter—she's fair-skinned and beautiful. You look like an ugly freak with that scar on your face. How dare you claim to be my wife?"

The couple looked perfect together when Cassidy saw them both at her parents' last anniversary dinner. Her mind was thinking of different scenarios when she walked to the VVIP room. Cassidy was asking herself why would Rowan visit the establishment when he has a gorgeous wife waiting for him at home. Her question remained unanswered when she stepped into the booth and his eyes scanned her body from her beautiful long hair to her glittery stripper heels.

Few moments later, there is a red carpet with lights on both sides leading to somewhere. I didn't notice that there’s a red carpet a while ago. “Shall we wife?” My husband sweetly ask me. I nodded. Still shock and amaze at the same time. He held my hand and walk on the red carpet. I can’t help myself to cry when we reach the garden. There's a romantic set perfect for couple. There’s red roses petals that are scattered in the grass. The romantic table is place at the center of the garden while there are candles surrounding the table that formed a heart shape.

"Because the look on her face when I passed her in the lobby suggested she had just been through something emotionally significant. In your private office. Alone." I looked at him steadily. "She came to me for help." "Help," he repeated. "Her marriage is not what the public thinks it is. You know that already. We've had Castor investigated for months." "Yes," Patrick said. "We have. And what we found is that Castor Rowland is a dangerous man with dangerous connections and a very short temper." He paused. "So what exactly are you planning to do with his wife?" "She's going to help us gather evidence against him. From inside the house."

“Thank you. Come in. Dinner’s ready.” They filled the living room like they owned it. Laughter, cologne, and judgment filled the air. I stood to the side, head lowered. “Is that your wife?” one of the women asked, her voice dripping with disdain. No one knew that Rowan and I were married. He had always kept our marriage under wraps especially after the accident that left the scar on my face. Rowan shrugged. “Yeah.” They exchanged looks. “She’s...quiet plain.” His friend, Travis said, smirking.

It was his partner. She was striking. Dark hair perfectly coiffed, the sort of beauty that was rare and expensive. Sugar mama standard. Her eyes glimmered with mischief. She sat next to Rowan, her smile radiant but composed, and I could feel her gaze sweep over me, measuring, testing and checking me out. I know I'm the complete package though! "The one and only Liam Henderson!" Rowan announced. "Hello Mr Rowan," I greeted with a cool voice. "This is my wife and my associate, Emma." He said with a proud smile.