Jaz Sinclair Husband Novels & Stories

His silver-streaked hair and perfect jawline made him look like the devil in house shoes. Avery stiffened. “Father.” Jackson tilted his chin. “Didn’t know you were home.” “I came in through the east gate. I prefer not to be seen when I’m observing.” Sinclair's gaze fell to Liam, and something unreadable passed between them. Then he said, “So. Who would like to tell me why my future daughter-in-law is yelling at my son… while my son-in-law looks like he’s contemplating setting fire to his life?” Silence.

She looked up at the man and said, "Oba, I admire you so much. You must be the most powerful man in the world in my heart." Jacy squatted down and put on an adorable look. "I'm willing to be your pet. Take me." Zac was helpless. What a funny couple! He rubbed Hazel's little head and said, "My dear wife, keep a low profile!" Wife? Amy and Jacy looked at each other surprisingly. "Sister. Yi, he called you wife?" Amy's dark eyes widened. Hazel coughed to continued, "I haven't finished my introduction yet. And this is my husband too. You two have to call your brother-in-law."

"Oh, I thought you will be sad. No to worry, I am good also. I thought of telling you, you know you are the number one person in my life." "Thanks, Tasha, I appreciate it. I have got something to tell you too" I said and I adjusted myself on the couch. "What's that? My ears are itchy?" "Zain and I are back together" "Wait! what! You are not serious, are you?" "Of course I am serious. We made up today" "Jenny, do you realize that he is your sister's husband? It seems you have forgotten that this same guy ditched you for your sister"

Her voice brought me back to stare at her. What the hell! Father? She was telling the truth. Jazzlin had met Moorah before. She was the child of an affair between Jeremy Ozza with a woman named Yolanda. Now they were married and had one daughter, Moorah Ozza. She was one year younger than Jazzlin, but the same age as my real-self as Janielle. "Isn't it my sister?" Her eyes caught my glimpse, "I'm honored that you finally came here." Sister? Hah!

I said, my voice dangerously steady despite the rage building within me, “I strongly suggest you ask your criminal wife to leave this room before I lose what little composure I have left.” The woman visibly paled at my words, shrinking back as though physically struck. My father-in-law fixed her with such a withering glare that she hastily complied, exiting the room without another word. Once she left, Chairman Sinclair’s shoulders sagged. “I’ll use every resource I’ve got to find my daughter.” “About your wife,” I called out as he turned to leave. “You should know that Gazelle had already uncovered disturbing information about her... The baby Cristina carries is not Gazelle’s sibling, Chair

I pressed the elevator button multiple times and turned when I saw him slide into view with Jason on his tail. “Why? Why did you cross off all the money?” I laughed brokenly. “I didn’t marry you for your money, Z. I didn’t want it then and I don’t want it now.” The doors dinged opened and I walked in quickly, closing the door behind me. I reached down and unzipped my heels. Taking them in my hand, I let my feet adjust to the cool flooring of the elevator. Deep breaths helped me as the elevator made its way down and the doors opened to Jennifer-fucking-Sinclair; my husband’s fiancé. I laughed and looked up, shaking my head.

Instantly Matthew's face looked gloomy and asked, "Are you sure that he is the son-in-law of the Watson family?" Rick Clarkson said firmly, "Of course." After that, he explained further, “His wife is Josephine Windsor, a beautiful woman with many male admirers in Westcoast Town, but she originally married a man like him. At first, her husband was a poor man whose daily job was to take care of the household while his wife made money. But it turned out that her husband was the prodigal son of a rich family, but how rich I don't know. Josephine herself is a housewife and has a poor husband. This matter is already an open secret in Westcoast Town. Everyone already knows.”

Jasmine retorted. Henry was momentarily speechless; why had he not noticed before that Jasmine had a sharp tongue? "Is that how you see it? My marriage to the Brown family is just a partnership; it's my grandfather's wish," Henry explained. Jasmine understood what Henry meant; as long as Mr. Patrick Sr. was alive, he couldn't divorce Zelda and had to maintain that relationship. But if Mr. Patrick Sr. passed away, he would immediately divorce Zelda. He made Jasmine wait, waiting for Mr. Patrick Sr. to pass away.

she mused, "why is Eleanor owing Élan Luxe?" Adrian lifted a brow at the question. Scarlett tapped a manicured finger against the armrest. "That bit of information was unexpected. Her family is, or at least was one of the elites. When did things go so wrong for her?" Adrian let out a quiet chuckle, resting his elbows on his knees. "Ah, now that’s an interesting story." Scarlett leaned in slightly, and Adrian didn’t keep her waiting. “Her husband,” he began, pouring himself a fresh glass of whiskey, “is Charles Sinclair the youngest son of Sinclair Industries.”

"Back in my mind, I know from the beginning that you don't deserve all this. But I love your father so much that I closed my eyes in every evil He made." Jaz was patiently waiting for something that would clear up her mind. "Your father wants a partnership with the Hodgens for power. For his illegal business purposes.." "Anything else that I didn't know yet, Mom?" "Think Jaz. You didn't get to marry Drake just because you begged your father. There's an exchange for it." Jaz started to think deeply. "You should talk to your husband." "You already gave me a hint. Can't you just finish it? I have something to share too."