Jaz Sinclair Husband Novels & Stories

JC said then scooped up his wife's body towards the bed, he laid her down slowly. Meanwhile, in Grenada, JC's past love is also living a beautiful love story with John Baldere. Three years after giving birth to Shane, her first son from John, Annastacia gave birth to another son who is cute and handsome like his father. Their second son was named Rayden Anthony Baldere. Day by day John's love for Annastacia deepened, the beautiful woman who had given him two sons always fascinated him. His mother-in-law has set a good example for his wife so that she can balance her career as a surgeon and as a good housewife.

He gnashed his teeth and picked Liz up in his arms before quickly heading toward the house. "Why is it taking so much time for your husband to bring a girl, especially when your husband has a gun? I don't know whether he will ever be useful or not. That day too, he was acting so much in front of Zac. As a father, he is so possessive that he does not want to let his daughter out of his sight. For a moment, I couldn't let go of my fear that Zac would get angry with me and leave me here without a second thought. But then he is patient and in love with me," Jazzy said, slamming her heel onto Liz's phone.

Casually, he wraps his arm around my waist, a silent proclamation that I belong to him. With a deep sigh, I address my friends, "Guys, this is my husband, Shraf Sinclaire." The revelation hangs in the air, and a collective gasp sweeps through the group. I can almost feel the weight of recognition, knowing that Shraf, as the richest business tycoon, is a name familiar to everyone on the beach. Shraf offers a small, charming smile to everyone, his jet-black hair falling casually on his forehead as he nods in acknowledgment. Despite shaking hands with each person, he keeps one arm tightly wrapped around my waist.

“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

"We're employees of Azure. Mr. Sinclair had to travel to the United States for work. May I ask what this is about?" The man froze for a moment, his expression growing colder. "He's gone to the U.S.? Then who's this woman with you? Isn't she Elijah's wife?" "What nonsense! Our boss isn't married. Where would he get a wife from?" Jane retorted sharply. "Not married? Ha! That's nonsense! Someone told me Elijah had tied the knot—with a divorced woman, no less! Do you know how much embarrassment that caused me?" In a fit of rage, the man smashed the tray of wine glasses carried by a nearby server onto the floor.

Her fingers dug into the armrest of the couch as she read the caption: "DARVAN SINCLAIR PUBLICLY HUMILIATED AS EX-LOVER WALKS AWAY WITH HIS UNCLE, WHO HAPPENS TO BE HER FIANCÉ." Her chest tightened. "This... this can’t be happening." Her own son. And her own beloved brother. The one she had watched grow into a respectable man. She turned up the volume, listening as the reporters dissected the scandal. "The once-powerful businessman, known for his confidence and charm, was left kneeling as Cassia Sterling walked away without looking back." "The Sinclair family has yet to comment, but as we all know, Mrs. Sinclair must be furious right now, given her status."

“Yes, Sir. SRD. Can we speculate that the certain Miss is an accomplice of the enemy?” Johnson came from a Sicilian family, a mafia, he was once a made-man but changed his lifestyle when his family was murdered. Then he worked for me. That’s why the way he spoke sometimes wasn’t that corporate. “I had a feeling. That woman is vicious. Investigate her and who she’s working with.” “We already did, Sir. And we found out she met with a man, shortly after her meeting with Miss Sinclair.” “Did we get a profile?” “Yes, it's Miss Sinclair's husband. He's in the city, currently residing at The St. Regis. We've stationed someone to keep an eye on him, monitoring his activities."

But he must have been an important figure due to how Julie was taking it as a big deal because she glared at me. “I know you are oblivious and all. But how can you not know Sinclair Stone is your husband? The Sinclair Stone of Sin Inc.” “What?!” “Yes, your husband is the CEO of Sin Inc. The place you would go for an interview tomorrow.” Sinclair Stone was my husband and the interviewer on my report! I didn't know. But I wasn't to be blamed. Or maybe I was. If I had tried asking my parents about the man they had sold me off to, it would have prepared me to know I was wedding my, maybe future, boss.

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.

He had his elbow on the table between us and his temple leaning against his index finger while his ice blue eyes stared into my soul. I turned red from coughing so much, ignoring the multiple eyes turning my way. My shaking hands finally reached for a glass of water, anything to clear my airway, and three minutes of prolonged suffering later, I was fine. After catching my breath, my brows pulled together and I raised my voice, "What?!" It was my first time meeting Art Wilson. In the big year of 2026, our families were arranging our marriage. It was pretty common for wealthy families to want to keep their wealth within their circle. My older sister was still married to the man my father had p