Griffin Jax Wife Novels & Stories

The brunette had her hand on Jax's forearm, laughing at something he'd just said, leaning into him with the casual intimacy of someone who was close to him that touched him often. Jax was adjusting the collar of the model's blazer, conversing with her, his head tilted in concentration. His face held on an expression of professional focus—the creative designer in his element, managing his team and his models, until the shout. He turned at the sound of his name and everything changed. Jax’s eyes went wide, his mouth opened slightly, and color drained from his face when he saw his wife. "Oh God," she heard him mutter, the words carrying across the silent studio.

"But I suppose that was the best way he could think to keep you on his side." "You were always poisoned. I don’t know what you thought there was here, but it’s nothing, there’s nothing between us. I am Jaxon’s wife, and I don’t want anything to do with you," I practically screeched. Jaxon’s body went rigid. He gestured for me to put it on speaker. "Are you sure about that?" "I don’t know how I could be more clear with you," I answered, putting it on speaker. "I must say, you have some serious brass calling my wife like this." Jaxon’s voice was calm and professional despite his appearance. I could tell how infuriated he was, but he wasn’t about to express that to Marino.

Alexander Legend and his wife had a wedding anniversary and also renewed their vows. Their marriage has been rekindled and their love grew stronger. Sarah wasn't able to have a child of her own but she was happy because she was going to have a grandchild. Griffin and Angie got married three months after Nathan and Mercedes did. Penelope stayed in the marriage with Mr Hayes, vowing to be a good wife and enduring her thirty seconds with a grateful heart.

"It's Mrs. Cattleya Madrigal, Jaxson Madrigal's wife.” "Oh, so you are the famous Madrigal wife from the club. Nice to meet you Mrs. Madrigal.” I feigned a smile, gritting my teeth, as I took his hands. I caught a glimpse of the woman he is with who lowered his sunglasses a little to take a better look at me.

“I’m fine. Just... tired.” “Tired, my ass,” he mutters, crossing his arms. “You’re thinking about him.” I stiffen, not meeting his eyes. “No, I’m not.” “Bullshit,” he says, his tone gentle but firm. “You might’ve walked away from Jaxon, but you didn’t cut that bond. Not completely.” I stay quiet, staring down at my hands. Griffin sighs, pushing off the railing and turning to face me. “Look, I know it’s complicated. I know you’ve got shit you’re dealing with. But don’t let him hold you back. You’re stronger than that.”

"Don't go. Come back to me, Griffin. Just for one more night. Please, our goodbye wasn't a proper one. I deserved better than being left on the dancefloor." "You know I can't come to you. I wouldn't want to ever leave you, Scarlett, and I'm wrong for you." "You're not wrong for me." Griffin laughed darkly. "You talked about getting married to my son. You sent me Christmas cards with you two kissing, and you dated Jake for two years. Dating me would be so weird—if we got married, you would become his stepmom." Scarlett gasped. "Do you think he would call me mom?"

She answered immediately. After hearing that, Alex just walked away without saying a word to the poor young woman. But she was grateful for that because she could breathe in relief. Master Alexander's cruelty can no longer be doubted. He is a cold-blooded killer. A handsome rich mafia who can only be gentle with his wife. Mrs. Aria. Alexander Grissham went downstairs and into the backyard. Sure enough, his wife was in the garden behind the mansion, chatting with her Grandmother sitting in a wheelchair. They sat around a table under a shady tree and all had their backs to him.

He found the wife who was sneaking out of the room. “Don't come in! Let them rest!” Mrs. Grace spread out her arms blocking the husband who wanted to enter the room. “Why?” Mr. Samuel linked his eyebrows questioningly. “Looks like Lexi and Jessica have reconciled,” she said quietly with both corners of his lips widened, forming a smile. * * *

My chest tightened, and I realized the war inside me wasn’t just desire — it was treason. Across the room, Evelyn Drake observed quietly, polite, distant. Even the extras — the silent security, the murmuring assistants, the gossipy socialites — were tools in a game I hadn’t intended to play tonight. And yet, it was happening. I was being consumed by something I had never surrendered to, something that could unravel everything. I reminded myself: She was Edward’s. His wife. His world. A forbidden line I could never cross. And still, the thought of her kept me awake, restless, calculating how I could be near her without being caught, without revealing the obsession I already felt deep in my ch

Regardless, she was a woman, and Griffin tried to show some respect. All eyes were on their departure, and there was an air of respect despite the gossip surrounding their business-driven marriage. And then there was his relationship with his secretary, Zaylee. Everyone knew about it, and the buzz about their failed love story due to Griffin's parents' interference was common knowledge. Griffin stopped in his tracks as he reached his sports car, and Anna looked at him with confusion as he checked his jacket and pants pockets. "Wait a moment! I forgot my phone," Griffin said, returning to his office while Anna sighed in frustration.