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Police who would be working for Carter and no doubt sabotage our search until Stephanie is … I don’t even want to finish that thought. It’s only been a few days it will be fine. Carter won’t want to rush into anything … although my mind wonders at now that they are ‘married’ whether he will demands certain marital rights from my wife. The thought twists my stomach to the point I feel i’m about to dry heave. He won’t hurt her like that. Right? In the back of my mind I doubt Carter will be that kind. He’s obsession with my wife is dangerous at best and deadly at worst. Sabriana looks me over before she places her hands on her hips. “Let me help Jake. We all want her back safe. The more people

he said again Stella nodded, she immediately explained that the woman who was currently sitting in front of her was Shaquelle. The wife of a businessman named Jerry, and the wife who impudently passed away by her husband while pregnant. Not to mention that her husband is currently in a coma due to an accident. "I still can't believe it, please state your full name." said Fabiola. "Shaquelle Tiffany Bryce." he replied and made Fabiola gawk. ***

“My brother’s wife is quite a badass. I’m beginning to like her.” A bag dropped to the ground and she jolted, turning to it. “She isn’t your brother’s wife! And you shouldn’t like her!” Debby shouted. Selena wasn’t fazed by her screams, if anything, it pissed her. She ignored her and looked back at the mirror, checking for a hair out of place, She saw none. “Don’t get crazy with that puppy love of yours. My brother is married. I tested his wife and she seems like she can keep up with my energy so congratulations to us.” Selena faced Debby.

"Its okay Jana I understand. But where is my wife?" I was getting irritated because I haven’t seen my wife. I miss her so much. And also my baby Tanya. "And how long have I been here?" I asked. “One week.” She answered. My eyes widen. "Then where is my wife? If I have been here for a week then I’m sure that my wife is already here in the Philippines?” I saw her face started to get irritated. "Will you please stop looking for your wife because she's already gone?!" She said almost shouting.

"This is a one-year contract for marriage between you and Mr. Declan Rowe. During the contractual period, you'll be recognised as his wife. You, as well as your child, will be required to cohabit with him for the duration of the contract. You will be required to attend formal events together and show up as a couple in love. We will ensure to protect your public image, ensuring that neither you nor your child is fully revealed to the public or made to face any form of criticism during or after the contract. Your only duty is to partner with Mr. Declan, presenting him as the perfect husband and loving father. In return, you'll receive a monthly allowance, and upon the lapse of the contract, yo

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”

"I'm Ann. I work in real estate. I have two children; Jack, who's eight, and Emme, who's five." "So Ann," Bella was saying, "you said before that this trip is a celebration for you?" "My divorce was finalized a month ago," the pretty blonde woman replied. "I'm happy to be out of a bad situation, so yes, we're celebrating." She smiled convincingly before continuing. "Sue and Deborah are both teachers. Sue's been married for, how long now?" "Ten years," replied Sue. "We have a daugher, Nicole. She's nine this year."

She’s the second half of the Van Winter power couple, Senator Brian Van Winter’s wife and a kickass woman. At least, that is what I used to think. Before I felt how Dan surrounded himself with a rigid exterior in her presence. As if she’s the army closing in on his forts. She does not look like an army. If anything, she appears classy and elegant in her tailored beige dress and her black high heels. Her golden hair is gathered in a neat twist and her light eyes have a serene look. She also looks way younger than she’s said to be. I mean, Dan’s older brother who died a long time ago was way older than him, ten years or more—if I remember correctly. So that makes Debra approximately in her lat

Alexander moved even closer and held her waist bringing his mouth directly close to her ear. “A chance to keep your dads company name provoke me and I’ll buy it for the cheap price that is currently worth” The company workers have been getting inquiries from their friends and family about Alexander's wife, asking if they know who she is. Since the news about him has spread like wildfire, everyone is dying to know who the lucky woman to marry the billionaire is. Here’s a corrected version with minimal changes: One of the workers was passing by, saw the scene, and took a picture, happy that she had cracked the code on who Alexander Steele's wife is, and quickly shared it online. Before Charlot

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.