Daughter Axl Rose Wife Novels & Stories

“That’s not true! Her name is Caelia Phoenixbourne, not some fucking Axiel Hart!” He shook his head. "You won’t believe me. So, let’s ask the one who carried the baby. Shall we?" He snapped his fingers, and one of his men ripped the tape from and Caelia and Mari’s mouth. “You scoundrel! I am not your daughter!” Caelia shouted as soon as they ripped the tape off, her voice shaking with fury as she spat in his face. “Get away from us!” “I won’t harm you, darling. You’re my daughter,” Axel cackled, wheeling himself closer to Mari, his hand gripping her throat. “Now, tell them the truth, or I’ll kill everyone you love right in front of you.”

she replied wearily, her eyes downcast. Alex raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Well, let me tell you, Mom," he began, a sly grin spreading across his face. "That woman is one of the richest in the country. How on earth did Carina know her?" Mrs. Westwood felt a pang of guilt as she listened to Alex's words. She knew that Carina had kept many secrets from her, but she had never imagined that her daughter had been involved with someone so influential. "I'm just glad to see that Carina received love from someone," Mrs. Westwood admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

The business meeting that was supposed to last until next weekend was unduly canceled because of Justin's foolishness. He succeeded in offending Mr. Smith the president of Williams group This promotion has been her life dream but Justin has ruined everything. "As if that was not good enough, his good-for-nothing daughter had the guts to leave the house throughout yesterday night, to God knows where." She mumbles in anger.

My son, Daniel was also standing protectively in front of his mother. I felt very proud watching him. He was so young and yet he already knew that he had to protect his mother no matter what. "Prime Minister....I think there we can talk this out. Axl is your daughter. You should know best if she's a witch. She's not one. We can talk about this. We don need to take it this far!" Axl Nana's said. She looked like she was about to cry. "I already said that she's no daughter of mine! Who knows what she has been doing in the years that she was away?!"

I stormed out from our room and the moment I stepped out of the room, the echoes of shock and disbelief washed over me. “Is she the CEO of CLN, Ms. Celine Winston?” My father-in-law’s voice, laced with awe, sent a tremor through me. My blood ran cold. Celine. My ex-wife. I hurried down the stairs, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. In the living room, my in-laws were glued to the TV, their eyes wide with amazement. On the screen, a woman stood confidently, her every word radiating power and charisma.

"That woman. Your ex-wife." Samuel shook his head. "Mona couldn't possibly...." "Not Mona," Emily cut him off. "Kane's wife. This has Alexander Kane written all over it." Richard nodded slowly. "I warned you both. The girl was nothing, but the man she married—he crushes companies for breakfast." The television continued its merciless reporting. Stock graphs showed the Caldwell share price in free fall. Davidson's face appeared, looking haunted as he repeated his claims about Caldwell pressure to reporters. Financial analysts speculated about potential criminal liability for Caldwell executives.

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

Sloane turned around, her eyes defiant even as her body betrayed her with a tremor. "Then I hope you’re a good liar, Julian." "I'm not lying about this," he said, his gaze dropping to her lips. Outside, the first black rose of the season bloomed in the garden, and somewhere in the city, the Don was screaming for their heads. But in the silence of the suite, the only sound was the crackle of the fire and the heartbeat of a killer wife.

I let out a little laugh running my hand through the cold stones “It just didn’t glisten from across the room, I just thought to ask” she laughed but there was nothing funny “Who are you here with?” She asked The old hag didn’t even know who I was! Like who even let the bitch in?! “My husband, Axel Alistair” I spelled it out for her and watched her gag “Nice to meet you, I am Rosa pe-” “I don’t need your name enjoy the event” I walked away rolling my eyes in utter disgust

Every single word oozed self-pity. I pitied her hardships. I never refused when she asked me to help her brother. I even handed over my bank card for her to manage. While I sat frozen, she posted again. "His business is doing pretty well lately. I'm planning to have him buy my son a wedding house. After all, his assets will end up being my son's sooner or later anyway. What's wrong with planning ahead?" A string of supportive comments followed. Someone asked her how she managed to deceive her husband so flawlessly.