James Maslow Wife Novels & Stories

Hearing this, James couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, "Five hundred thousand dollars? Do you think I can't afford such little money? Or in your opinion, my wife only worth this price?" "What... What do you mean?" Lange was shocked and suddenly widened his eyes. Mulan also asked incredulously, "James, what... what do you mean by your wife?" James said lightly, "Your precious daughter did harm to my precious wife. How should I deal with her?" Margot was originally worried about what to do. Now when she heard James's words, she suddenly stared at him in disbelief, "James, your wife? You... you mean Elizabeth?" James did not answer, but asked directly, "Didn't you just say that you di

As the nurse wheeled him out, he overheard two other nurses gossiping nearby. “Did you hear? That livestreamer, Sean, is hospitalized here.” “I did! His wife treats him so well. She booked an entire floor for him.” “Wow… she’s the daughter of an affluent family and is still so attentive. I’m so jealous.” “Although I heard his wife had a lot of scandals before…” “So what? Can’t someone become loyal again for the person they love?” ‘Become loyal again for the person they love...’ James lowered his gaze and gave a bitter smile.

"Now hurry up and make dinner for me and James." I was losing my patience; I could no longer tolerate this woman who seemed devoid of any conscience. “What gives you the right to boss me around like that? Prepare your own meal I didn't come here to serve you." I responded with a strong voice, and Zoe arched an eyebrow. Just as I was turning to leave, she grabbed my wrist. "Have you forgotten my position now? I'm James' wife, the official mistress of this house. I can order anyone I want, including you, to serve me. Besides, what's the difference between your position and a servant's now?"

Erwin Wilson did not expect that Ian James was that mysterious mate. "Surprise, isn't it?" Ian James raised his eyebrows. He proudly raised his chin. “My wife is a great designer! Her gaze is very high, if she is satisfied with this design, she will do it for you herself." This time meeting Ian James, he gave Erwin Wilson a big surprise that even Erwin Wilson did not anticipate!

Today marked my third Valentine’s Day with my husband, James Smith. He gave his stepsister, Mia Smith, one hundred and eighty thousand dollars and millions in jewelry, but all he gave me was a bouquet of roses. I married James when he was at his lowest. I stood by his side, watching him go from having nothing to becoming the CEO of Smith Group. However, now that he was successful, he spared no expense for his little sister, who wasn’t even related to him by blood, while telling me to keep living frugally.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

- Of course my wife Riley. - Your wife sir? he asked with a strange voice. - Yes my wife, she is working at the company and she is a low-position screenwriter and no we are not allowed to help her in any way. Riley heard him and her eyes were sparkling and she could see that he really listened to her and respected her decisions. - Of course sir. Jack responded. - Thank you, Jack. Riley grabbed his wheelchair and went toward the exit. They sat in the car and at that moment he decided to kiss her.

Ava asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. “I have a meeting with some potential investors, and I need you to be there,” James replied, his expression unyielding. Ava raised an eyebrow. “I’m in the middle of my shift. I don’t have time to attend your meeting.” James's eyes narrowed. “I don’t pay you to work here, Ava. I pay you to be my wife. And as my wife, it’s your duty to accompany me to important events.” Ava felt a surge of resentment at James words. She knew that their arrangement was based on mutual benefit, but sometimes James’s attitude made her feel like a possession rather than a partner.

His wife, Camelia Seo, was the sister of his late partner and their only daughter, Jenna, was their heir. James was sitting at the poolside table with his wife. James was in his sixties with a tall, lean body and fine grey hair. Even at that age, he was a handsome man with a dominating presence. His wife, on the other hand, was a kind looking portly woman in her late fifties. Unlike her domineering husband who was fit and athletic, Camelia preferred domestic life and was homely. The couple could not be any more different than they already were.

Now, he intimately held her shoulder, as if claiming his territory, and said, "She is my wife. You are not allowed to hurt her." "Mr. Quigley, how could you have a wife? You never got married," said the woman in the black dress. Beside her, a woman in red nodded in agreement. "That's right. Mr. Quigley isn't married yet, so how could he have a wife?" "Do I have to inform you of my affairs?" James replied in a chilling tone, making people's hearts tremble. The three women stepped back. They could feel the invisible pressure coming from James, as if a huge rock was pressing down on them.