Joseph Mazzello Wife Novels & Stories

Rose's POV It has been weeks but from my perspective, I would say it has been months since my husband caught me in a room with Ibrahim, that mothefucker!. He has been giving me the cold silent treatment for weeks even after we got back to New York and thanks to him, I can't work anywhere, I just sit in the house and do nothing. "ma'am, your breakfast is ready" the chef called out to me as I stared at the clouds, lost and drowned in my thoughts

I roared which made him shiver. "Ok Ma'am. I'll get back to you," Saying that he exited from my cabin. Who helped him? I am not going to leave them easily. They have to pay for spoiling Sonia Mittal plan. Aaron POV. When I opened my eyes to see my mischievous wife is missing on the bed. I went to washroom did my morning chores and changed my dress. I went to downstairs to see she is not present. Mom said she already left to office. What so important work is there in office that she couldn't inform me? When I went office to see she is laughing with someone.

"You had better start speaking up before I completely lose my mind and use your head on the platter for an auction pass." "The CEO of the Wellington's Group is the husband to young master Jayden's former betrothed wife-to-be. Miss Marina Jones or technically now, Mrs Marina Wellington. Considering the grounds that she parted with the Wellington's weren't a friendly one, it might stop her husband from wanting to collaborate with us." Both men stared at the EPA like he had just made an absolute joke of himself as they sighed.

"I am so happy that the both of you are alive, we thought you two were dead when the divers couldn't find you. I know you have both been through a lot and deserve enough rest so I won't take up too much of your time. But where is your wife?" Angelo looked at the man in surprise and while pointing at Isabella replied, "this is my wife." The man became surprised. "The other lady who was with you, Christabel Flores, said that she's your wife and you two were even seen together on the day of the conference." Angelo finally understood while Isabella stared at the both of them in silence. "She is not my wife but my employee" Angelo replied. "She is Christabel Barrows and once again, this is Isabel

I sobbed myself to sleep that night, after I had made sure my door was thoroughly locked, to prevent my elder brother from paying me an unwanted visit. Although, that had never really stopped him if he really wanted to pay me a visit. ~~~~ The wedding day drew nearer and it was safe to say I was now a complete shadow of my former self. I had gotten thoroughly waxed. Gotten measured for a wedding dress, and for the maids who’d be accompanying my mother to shop for new accessories which I’d be taking to my husband's house. I wasn’t sure of how I wasn’t going to face the Mafia Don, or how I was even going to be around him, without fainting from fright.

However, that hateful three-letter word, work, was something that was not allowed to be uttered, at least as long as he was leading the main word in the family. "And I thought my family was weird," Theo whispered. "Miss Miller has obviously outdone you in this." There was nothing good about the two of Jose competing. "Where does she live now?" "In a rented house in Tarzana." "Does she have a roommate?" "I didn't find out." "And is there a boyfriend?" Mitch looked at Josephine in surprise. "I didn't even ask for that information, but if you're so interested, I'll try to find it." At that moment, Mitch's phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and looked at the number printed on the screen.

“You told me back then that you work with my husband. That’s the reason why you keep protecting me inside the cell. I remember it clearly, Abby.” “I’m talking about Mr. Marcellos, Ma’am.” With a frown, I put my bag down on the table, thinking thoroughly if I had misheard her saying the word ‘husband’. “It was… him?” “Yes.” “That husband you were talking about was Dante Marcellos?” “Yes.” My eyes widened. “You work with Dante Marcellos all this time?!” “It's been about six years, Ma’am.” I thought… She's talking about James. Confusion filled my chest and mind as I sat in my chair.

Jemima glared at him, she flipped open the first page, the vows stated as follows; "I, Jemima Wilson, accept you Khalid Greyson as my lawfully wedded husband." "I, Khalid Greyson, accept you Jemima Wilson as my lawfully wedded wife." Jemima smirked, staring at him with so much hatred. It's really happening, she's taking vows with the same man that humiliated her in Chicago. The same man who yelled at her. When she was still working as his secretary, he was always harsh to her and never treated her nicely. If he could treat an outsider like that, how would he treat his own wife?

He pulled her to his side, his arm coiling around her waist as if she were the missing piece of his soul. "Everyone," Massimo announced, his voice amplified by the microphone, "I am proud to introduce my wife, Elena Van Doren-Falcone. The woman who made tonight possible." The room erupted. The applause was a physical weight, crushing the air out of my lungs. I stayed on the floor, my broken shoe discarded, staring at the man I had spent three years building from nothing. His wife? "Massimo?" I whispered, but my voice was drowned out by the roar of the elite.

Josephine waved her hand unconcernedly, "Could it be that they have got married?" Zena frowned and looked at Josephine suspiciously, "They have got married. How can Elizabeth be a mistress?" "What did you say?" Josephine cried out in surprise. "Don't you know that?" Zena frowned, "Didn't you say that you've followed us for so long that you've investigated everything? But you don't even know that they're married!" Josephine was still in shock. After a long while, she opened her eyes wide in disbelief, "How could I investigate this kind of thing specially? Moreover, I always thought that James would only keep her as a mistress and fool around with her. I didn't expect..."