Joshua Farrakhan Wife Novels & Stories

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

“This woman, like I said in my previous video, was pregnant and died a few days after delivery. From our investigation, she was the late Mr. Josh wife. They were legally married and expecting their first child before Mr.Josh was arrested and later killed in prison, leaving his pregnant wife behind.” My chest tightened. “And now,” the secretary went on, “new information reaching us shows that the wife and the mistress were very close friends from a young age but things changed when both women fell in love with the same man.” She paused, shaking her head slightly. “Surprising, right? I was shocked too.” My hands trembled around the laptop. “I’ll be ending this live session here,” she said. “Ne

She begged in a beseeching way making her mother sigh and took her granddaughter in her arms. Dr. Mariya Ishaq is a woman from Maiduguri who has been passionate about helping people and saving lives. When she got married to Bushra Amani's father an equally passionate and hardworking man, she got to fulfill her dreams. She wasn't allowed to go to university as hands are pointing at any woman who goes to university unmarried so she prayed to Allah to give her an equally determined husband who will let her continue going as some of her friends didn't get to because of their husbands.

George, I hope that you will continue working in my company as so far and I hope that you will help the next manager in doing the right thing for the company. 20 % of the company and 80 square meters apartment in Paris goes to my lovely stepdaughter Lisa, whom I dearly love. I really hope that she will be able to travel the world and settle in Paris in the end as she always wanted and said. 20 % of the company and a 100 square meters apartment in Manhattan will be inherited by my wife Tabitha, whom I dearly love. She always said she did not need anything from me, except my heart, but I wanted to keep her safe for the rest of her life.

“How is that even possible? You are not that Anna.” Atticus intervened instantly, stepping toward Farah to prevent her from becoming further involved. “You will stay here in the villa until I return. Jax will arrive soon and manage everything,” he instructed her. But Farah shook her head, her arms crossing defensively over her chest. “No. I am not staying. Why should I be left behind? I am your wife, and I belong at your side.” “Do exactly as you are told for once!” Atticus exploded, frustrated by her unexpected obstinance.

Joshua let go of my other wrist as well and walked to stand directly in front of me, facing Emma. “First of all, Claire is not a thing. She is my wife, the love of my life, Sister. I want you to know this. I know you are older, and I expect you to act as such. I will not condone you treating and acting roughly towards my wife,” Joshua spoke so calmly, his baritone voice resonating with authority and firmness.

Apparently Master Joshua had a first wife with whom he had four kids then a second wife, Lady Martha whom he had three children with. "William.." Lady Martha said while holding her son. "It just hurts so much, mother." William said with a gruff voice. My heart whimpered.. did he tell his mother about us? "Young lady come here.." His mother called me. I followed to where she was. "Afternoon Lady Martha." "I know what you have been doing with my son.." she simply said. "I... apologize.." "Mother, it was all my fault. I love her and I just can't—"

While their father, Josiah Cartwright was a handsome man in his late fifties, he was average in height, with a brown hair that had almost gone gray, he had this stern look on his face throughout our meeting that day. Together with the help of Margaret's family they co-founded Cartwright and Co group, which was a big investment company, of which their son alexandria was the CEO. Their daughter Vera was a practicing plastic surgeon who married a banker, they used to live in Switzerland until recently they moved back to town her (her hometown). I sat down beside Vera as she told me all of this and also some of their family history, while alexandria sat beside his parents as they talked about co