Carson Rowland Wife Novels & Stories

Mrs Margaret Brown, the archivist said. "Didn't you hear me? They kissed and kept touching each other. Who does that except they are in some sort of a relationship?" Mr Richardson argued. "There's no need to argue about this, Ms Rowland has no idea about running the galleries, she has no funds also. It wouldn't be surprising if she has decided to get her hands on Mr Stephens, he is so handsome, young and wealthy after all. Ms Rowland is also a rare beauty, her body is to die for, you know? Maybe she's dating him to pay off the debts her family owes him," Mr Alec Sanders, the editor added dreamily.

"Hey, Claire, why have you been off work for so long? Are you okay?" "Oh yeah, I got into a little accident, but I’m doing better now." "That’s good to hear. Did you hear? The CEO is actually married, and no one knew about it." "The CEO is married?!" Her heart almost jumped out of her chest at the thought that she had been discovered. "Yes. I told you he’d never look at women like us. Turns out he’s married to Charlotte Briggs. Not like anyone didn’t know those two would end up together anyway."

Have a pleasant evening, Miss Galloway. ‘It’s Mrs,’ Cary said bluntly. Lochlan raised an eyebrow. ‘It’s Mrs. She’s Mrs Grant,’ Cary said. His jaw was locked tight. ‘She’s my wife.’ ‘Ex-wife,’ I corrected. ‘We’re not divorced yet. You’re still my wife.’ ‘So you admit you’re a bigamist?’ I nodded towards Vanessa, still being comforted by her family. ‘I had no idea they were planning an engagement. It’s—’

I said, rising from my chair. Caroline grinned, her eyes dancing with malice. "Of course, Selena. Have a wonderful evening," she said, taking another sip of her wine. I turned and made my way through the crowd, my mind racing with worry and suspicion. Why would Rowland be in Willow Creek with Freya? What could they possibly be doing there? I needed to find out, and fastI sipped my wine. I couldn't help but feel irritated by Caroline's comment. How dare she insinuate that something was wrong between me and Alpha Rowland? We were doing just fine. But Caroline always had a way of getting under my skin.

The next morning, Rowland Corporation was unusually lively. The company’s official website and social media pages had released the pre-wedding photos of their Chairman, Denovon Rowland, and Emily Carter. But what shocked everyone most wasn’t just the photos...it was the announcement that the two had already been married for five months, and were now preparing for their white wedding. “Who could have thought they already signed the marriage certificate five months ago?” a female worker whispered to her colleague as they stared at the pictures on their screens.

Carl ignored her, dismissing it as more mind tricks. Zoe could clearly tell that he wasn't buying it too and smiled faintly. "You were asking who I saw in that other wedding limousine, weren't you? Well, I don't mind telling you that I did see her face, and it was Rosalyn Jones in the flesh. She's now Eric Hammond's wife—or Mrs. Hammond, if you will." Carl's towering form wobbled clearly right then, and he leveled his dark eyes straight at her face, remembering that voice that wished them all the best…

I asked before I could stop myself. I honestly thought that Rowan knew nothing about who Carlton was and that he just wanted to help me out because I seemed to be having a difficult time with a colleague. Carlton did not mention our past relationship but only focused on his present marriage to Thalia and his ties as part of the owner of the company. "About what?" Rowan asked casually. "That he’s my ex..." I replied in a soft mumble. "Why? Is that supposed to be a secret too?" he asked teasingly.

This one gave the vibe of both old and modern from the mixed architecture. Mr De Marco stepped out of his car and then ran to the passenger's seat. That's when I realised he was with someone. A fair hand accepted his hand and she stepped out. Radiant chestnut hair and a smile that lit up her hazel eyes. Karis De Marco, his wife and one of the biggest business icons. They once made headlines because Karis was her husband's former rival. I wasn't into rich people gossip but I heard a bit about them from my mother. She was beautiful just like rumours.

“No restraints, no worries. Just pleasure.” I was too busy taking in the room to absorb anything he was saying. My hands moved instinctively to cover myself, even though I had clothes on. Whether they truly counted as clothes was another question entirely. “Well, well, look who we have here.” A young woman approached from across the room, barely dressed, with a wide smile. She stopped right in front of Rowan. “A new sub?” she asked, glancing my way. “She is my wife,” he said, holding my hand tightly.

Just as I was about to twist the door knob, I heard her voice. “Wait," she whispered calmly. I turned around and looked at her. "...you're Killian’s wife... aren't you?" she asked raising her head to meet my gaze. I clenched my jaw as burning in my throat returned. My chest tightened with awful reality as I nodded. “…I am…." She smiled deliberately. "And you are?" I asked curiously. She opened her mouth and then closed it. She seemed hesitant for a second before she answered. “I... a….” she whispered as age stared at the window. “I knew his mother..." she looked at me. "My name is Rachel.”