Romans & histoires Israel Broussard Wife

“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.”

Irene hesitated, but eventually said, "I don't think you're aware, sir, but I'm married. My husband's name is Isaac Jefferson, and Layla looks a lot like her—" "What?!" The door suddenly swung open violently, as the person there clearly heard Irene!

he growled, his nose flaring with rage. “Isabella, if you want to free yourself from Victor Mason, leave my wife and me out of it,” Mr. Brooks warned, his voice dangerously low. “Now get out,” he growled, his chest rising and falling faster with rage. Isabella clutched her bag and hastily made her way to the door, but she bumped into a woman, stopping her in her tracks. Her anxious eyes looked up at the woman, who was probably in her late fifties. The woman's expression was stern and dreadful. Her gaze raked Isabella from head to toe, her face twisting in disgust.

Hopefully when we find this mystery woman, we will be able to find the release that we both desperately need. Isla grabs the brand again and presses it to Bryndis’ cheek. This has gone far enough. I start to step forward to stop her, but the priestess places a hand on my arm and shakes her head. Keeping her voice low, the priestess tells me “Isla is your wife. She has the right to dispense punishment for the disrespect that the two of you forced upon her. You should be grateful that she is not divorcing you.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I stand there and watch as my wife mutilates my mistress. There is nothing that I can do. The law is on her side.

Shawn and return to her former life, filled with insecurity and violence. She heard Marie's cell phone ring and saw her answering with a huge smile on her face. At the other end, it was Chris, her husband. She apologized to Isabelle and went inside to talk to him. Isabelle returned to her chair and her hand canceled a sudden tear. ‘I guess that’s about it, she thought reluctantly, ‘this job couldn’t last forever. Once they all will return here, the girls will go home with their parents and my presence here, at the villa, will be unnecessary.’

Leonard Reed, head of a multimedia conglomerate, was the owner of those dark eyes. "Is that Crusher's wife?" he asked his assistant as soon as they walked in. "Yes. She’s much younger than him. They got married not long ago." Reed knew all the gossip and rumors that had been circulating for months—his wife, Alice, had made sure to keep him informed of everything she heard. A younger woman, beautiful, a university student, and an opportunist. But seeing her in person was an entirely different experience. There was something strangely familiar about her, though he couldn’t quite place why. Maybe he had seen her at another event before, but he couldn’t remember.

~Zara Todd's POV~ "Xavier? You are kidding right now, aren't you?" she says. "No! I'm not," I say. "You mean you are for God real? You are wife of Xavier Dawson?" Her voice elevates suddenly and I quickly palm her mouth with my hands. "Will you low down your voice please?" I leave my hands from there. "God! I can't believe that you are wife of Xavier? How can this be possible? Like when did he get married and how come I don't know about it?" I say.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

“Before I show you, let me give you some backstory.” Laura rolled her eyes. “Just get to the point.” Estella ignored her impatience. “It was Isabelle’s birthday recently, and I had a feeling I should be there. So, I attended with my mother. It was all pretty normal until a certain gift arrived.” She pulled out her phone and tapped on a video. “See for yourself.” Laura took the phone and watched as the scene played out. The video clearly showed Isa receiving a wedding picture of herself and a man that wasn't her current husband, Liam Anderson. The reaction was intense, the tension in the room palpable.

Her eyes sat blue coloured, her hair tinted in a mutually befeating way as her skinn popped of clarity, she stood with a child, accompanied by Daniel who walked in too. “Who the fuck are you?“ Ismael asked, angrily staring at the stranger who stood before him while Leo rose off the floor. “Your husband has answers to that” Daniel spoke, standing beside Ismael whisky pointing at Leo. “Leo, who's she ?“ Ismael queried, staring at her. “I'm Lisa, Leo's wife “ she introduced, while they'll watched Leo grumble holding unto his head, with his eyes shut close.