Israel Broussard Wife Novels & Stories

Jade said. "My pleasure to meet you Master Medrex," Bobby said and bowed his head a little. "Glad to meet you, Mr. Robert," the master said with a smirk. "Mrs. Medrex, this is my wife Tricia, Tricia this is Mrs. Medrex and her husband Master Medrex." Bobby introduces his wife Tricia. Jade was surprised to know that Bobby was already married. "I'm happy to meet you Master Medrex and Mrs. Medrex," Tricia said bowing a little her head.

she replied and then she heard him groan and curse simultaneously before he hugged her. “I miss you too, Isabelle, but this is risky! My wife is in the other room and she might hear us!” “Or she wouldn’t! Sabrina was probably tired, don’t you think?” “Well, she must be tired from doing everything earlier. Where’s Daniel? Isn’t he home yet?” Isabelle shook her head without giving further details. Her husband suddenly became busy after the wedding. Meetings here and there, and he neglected her wife. Fortunately, his brother was kind enough to accommodate her needs.

“What about school? You aren't finished yet.” “I’ll finish back at home,” Reina said. There was a knock on the door. Reina went to the door. She opened the door. Javier walked in through the door frame. “How can I help you?” Reina asked flirtingly. “I’m here for my wife,” Javier said. “Isabella is your wife?” Reina looked up at him. Mama looked up and saw Javier. “Isabella, this is your husband?” Mama stood up from the couch. “You married your father’s brother?”

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.

she paused, a malicious smile painting her lips the moment she remembered something. “Did you hear that her husband, Andre, woke up from a coma? Isla laughed, “Wouldn't you care to hold a conversation with him and explain how you filled his space and watered his wife while he was gone?” she continued to ramble on, as her voice grew with mockery at each sentence, driving Marcel almost mad instantly

“You didn’t suffer any grievances, did you?” Her question hung in the air, thick with meaning. I shook my head, forcing a smile. “No, I didn’t.” She glanced at Russo, the familiarity between them almost too natural. “If you suffered any grievances, you must say so, or Russo won’t let me off the hook.” Russo chuckled, a sound that grated against my nerves. “Who would dare bully you? Me? Your hordes of fans would kill me without thinking twice.” “Oh right, I haven’t introduced you two yet. Cleo, meet my best friend, Isabelle. Isabelle, meet my wife, Cleopatra.”

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.

But he was also confused as his bride withdrew from him, as if suddenly shy of their closeness. Mh. Was she putting up a show? According to his source, the eldest daughter of the Cruz family was anything but demure. He had expected to meet a bold seductress. But his bride seemed to be doing her best to avoid his gaze, and now, she was putting physical distance between them. Before he could think of a way to draw her from her shell, the woman who had attempted to waylay him appeared, a man in tow. “Hello, Jacob,” she greeted him, a tight smile on her lips. “I’m Naomi, Isabelle’s sister. This is Raymond, my boyfriend.”

"I am so happy that the both of you are alive, we thought you two were dead when the divers couldn't find you. I know you have both been through a lot and deserve enough rest so I won't take up too much of your time. But where is your wife?" Angelo looked at the man in surprise and while pointing at Isabella replied, "this is my wife." The man became surprised. "The other lady who was with you, Christabel Flores, said that she's your wife and you two were even seen together on the day of the conference." Angelo finally understood while Isabella stared at the both of them in silence. "She is not my wife but my employee" Angelo replied. "She is Christabel Barrows and once again, this is Isabel

"We have arrived in your paradise as I arranged." "It is a pleasure to see you again, my boy, Danielle!" Then he looked beside him and the tanned lady looked sideways, despise all over her face. "And of course, my daughter, Stephanie." "I remember." Jared flashes a smile and then he pulled Rossie closer to him. "My wife, Rossie. Rossie this is Mister Gerald Montreal and his daughter Stephanie-- the owners of the island." "A pleasure to meet you, sir." She lowers her head at Geral and then she turns to Stephanie who has the most poker face ever. "And to you as well."