James Maslow Wife Novels & Stories

When Maria saw her husband, she spoke up," The whore tried to kill us today" James looked at his wife and spoke up," What do you mean?" "She put so much salt in curry. Because of this we had to order food from outside. She is such a useless. Let's just finish her. Our park does not need a whore. A human pathetic whore" Maria told him. "Then punish her. She will be 18 soon. Then I want to make her my personal mistress. And stop talking about her. Mind link Lucky. I have a good news for you two" James said and Maria nodded.

“Honestly, she’s not the kind of woman I’d want to show off and say, ‘That’s my wife.’” ' Bastard!' Eloise lips trembled, her breath quivered. She was dead but everything felt suffocating, her chest tightened with intense pain, one she wished to claw out with her fingers. Tears brimmed in her eyes. This was the man she loved, the man she gave her everything, including her company. Mason was just a manager who became the CEO after they got married. ' I'm not the kind of wife you want?' her voice trembled as she said in disbelief.

"James, our business partnership is confidential. You understand what that means, don’t you? No one can know about it." "Relax, Mr. Romano. Besides, that woman isn’t just anyone—she’s my wife." Romano’s face instantly hardened. "What?" he exclaimed. ***

“Except you are interested in mating me, I won’t overstep my boundary. I’m sure Mr. James doesn’t come close to Didi in bed so why are you with him?” “I’m with him because he spends on me. And I was hoping to get all he has. But his dumb wife outsmarted him. That wife of his thinks she is the real deal. She is only operating on past glory. Her time to shine is non-existent. I’m a hundredfold smarter than her.” “So since things didn’t go as planned, then you plan to deal with his wife one-on-one and kick Mr. James to the curb.” “I already kicked him to the curb.”

~Jasmine~ The mention of Dr. James’s wife hung in the air with a very persistent and unsettling question mark. What possible connection could she have to this tangled situation, and how did she factor into the appearance of this “new Martha?” Did she have something to do with it? But what was her gain in all of it? The questions just came running through my mind without a stop.

If your friend's institution could really turn regular people into elites, you wouldn't still be a useless nobody. She shook her head in disdain. "Someone who isn't an elite has no business trying to train one. When my husband was still last in his class, I trained him myself and sent him straight into Dalvea University. That year, the entire school was shaken. Even the principal came to me asking for my methods." As she spoke of the past, Cassandra grew animated, her eyes bright with pride. Xavier was more than happy to stall for time. Swallowing his pride, he played along and echoed her praise. "That's incredible. As expected of you, Cassie. Only someone like you could do that."

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

“Is there anyone I need to avoid?” “This woman here is very difficult to deal with,” James told her and pointed to a photo. “If you see her, try not to enter into a conversation with her, you will find it hard to escape. I think she’s lonely and just wants to talk, but it’s quite hard to finish a conversation with her with five minutes. I’ve ended up talking to her for half an hour before.” “Is she married?” Clara asked. “Her husband openly cheats on her,” James said. “It’s sad, but it is not something to interfere with. The husband is powerful and it’s not good to cross him.”

I let two beads of sweat drip down my cheeks before making one of the boldest and stupidest moves on the planet. The dormitories of Maslow High school were arranged in a funny way. Ten big open cubicles faced each other, each with double-decker beds that stood high and two mattresses. The queens, as they called themselves, got to sleep on the upper bed while the weaklings and people who wet their beds slept on the lower bed. My position is clear. I'm occupying the lowest bed in my cubicle, it's almost three AM, and my bladders are about to burst from the sudden urge to empty them.

James grabbed Smirt's hand and released it roughly. "Can't I get to know my daughter-in-law...when did you get married? Is she Natasha the poor woman you married." Tessa growled as she heard the old man seemingly demeaning the woman married to James. Tessa did not know who James' wife Natasha was before but, it was not too much to discuss wealth here.