Novel & Cerita Marcus Filly Wife

''This place is more beautiful now,'' Cody commented. Marcus laughed. ''it is all the idea of my wife. Come now, and I will show you how beautiful the place is now,'' he said as he led us to a white room exuding an air of exclusivity and refinement. The ambiance here was serene, a stark contrast to the lively buzz of the main dining area. ''Meet my wife, Sophia,'' Marcus announced as a red-haired woman stood in front of us. Sophia, his wife, a beacon of grace and elegance. Her welcoming demeanor radiated a quiet strength, complementing Marcus's vibrant presence perfectly.

"Did you go to see him?" "Father, don't look so concerned," Marcus said dismissively. "I wouldn't dream of harming your precious son. We simply... crossed paths in the city. I saw him waiting in line at some common bakery, buying a cake of all things. I was curious—what is the mighty Roman Sinclair doing in such a crowd? But it was indeed him." He said with a light laugh. “I heard he got married without a wedding, and it happens to be his nephew's fiance… he also got her pregnant. Shameful and irresponsible isn't it?” He said turning to Isabella and Robert who remained frozen from shock and tension.

"We already know he was stealing from charity and lying about his daughter's death." Marcus sat back down at his computer. "Let me check something. If Vincent is threatening us, there might be something else he's hiding." He typed rapidly for several minutes. Then his face went pale. "What is it?" I asked. "Emma's mother," he said quietly. "Vincent's wife. Her name is Carol Reeves." "What about her?" Marcus turned his screen toward us. "She's not dead. She's very much alive. She's been living in Seattle for the past twelve years under her maiden name, Carol Williams."

"But I told you my price before we ever set foot in international waters. I don't want a cut of the Vance forgery revenue. I want her." A cold shockwave ripped through my spine. I stared at Marcus, my lips parting in a silent gasp. "She is my wife, Marcus," Julian hissed, his voice dropping into a lethal, guttural register that made the guards at the door shift their weapons. "The registry is filed. Her signature is on the contract."

Marcus had the highest share of Renaissance, I was the second-highest while Rose was the third. Marcus was meant to be the CEO but he passed the mantle to me. However, there was a legal clause. For me to fully assume control of Renaissance, Natalia was to be my wife because she was the fourth major shareholder. However, I and Marcus knew that his daughter was not the type of woman who would like to be a wife. She cheated on me during our wedding reception. Natalia was the type of woman who behaved like a man when it suited her. She was a promiscuous lady. Even Marcus knew that we would not last together. Sometimes, I suspected that he knew that I was fucking his wife but he did not seem to m

"I'll probably be late. Really late. Don't wait up for me." "But Marcus—" "I have to go, Sarah. The patient needs attention." "I love you," I said, but the line had already gone dead. My hands were shaking as I opened I*******m, and what I saw there made me lose my breath. There was Marcus, my husband of five years, standing in the middle of Millbrook's tiny airport with his arms wrapped around a woman who looked like she'd stepped out of a magazine. She was very pretty and slender with a body figure that would make men go to war for.

he asked. “Before you and Love got married, Mariko saw us in the mall before. And she got jealous of your wife. Mariko thought that Love and I had a relationship, and that’s when we got together. If it’s okay with you, I want you to help me to get back my Mariko.” Marcus said. “And you want to use my wife to get your woman. Is that what you are trying to say?” Albert asked. “Yes. I hope you are okay with it.” Marcus said, and he was hoping for them to accept the challenge.

Darcy wore a charming smile on his face as he faced his guests “I, Darcy Walter, have only ever loved one woman in my entire life and that woman is in my arms, my wife, Grace Kingsley.” “Lies…. Lies…... I am Mrs Walter…. I am your wife.” Eva screamed at the top of her lungs without any care for her appearance. She rushed up to Marcus and tugged his hand with a pained expression “Son, look at how this slut has bewitched your father. He doesn’t want us anymore.” Marcus pursed his lips into a thin line as he tried to pull his hand out of her grip. No matter how she treated him, he couldn’t bring himself to curse out loud; the grace of giving birth to him weighed on his mind, shackling his lips.

"After God, fear women" Claire was dumbstruck. It could not be. Nathan had just married his competitor and she had nothing to say about it. The dinner was about to commence so she had plenty of time to prove Bianca was a fraud. Wrong! She had very little time and she remaining glued to her seat was not going to change anything. Claire stood up and joined the new wife, her suspicion making her unable to keep a smile.

He looked back at Gemma. “You'll have to forgive Queen,” Marcus said gently. “She's never been able to accept the fact that she's a married woman.” “Sorry?” Gemma pretended ignorance, all the time aware of just how close Declan and this man's wife were standing. Marcus sighed. “My wife likes to flirt. But she doesn't mean anything by it,” he added hastily. “At least, not usually,” he muttered, watching his wife through narrowed eyes. For such a successful businessman Marcus Warwick certainly didn't understand his wife as he should, although he obviously had suspicions about her relationship with Declan. That wasn't surprising in the circumstances.