Novel & Cerita Marcus Filly Wife

I answered for her, turning to Marcus. “She loves you so much, Marcus. She gave up everything—her career—just to be with you. That’s how much she loves you,” I said without hesitation. Irene’s eyes met mine again, this time wide with disbelief. She couldn’t believe I had said that… right in front of Marcus. “I know that. I can feel how much my wife loves me,” Marcus said softly, yet with quiet certainty. “Even if I don’t remember the past,” he added.

This one gave the vibe of both old and modern from the mixed architecture. Mr De Marco stepped out of his car and then ran to the passenger's seat. That's when I realised he was with someone. A fair hand accepted his hand and she stepped out. Radiant chestnut hair and a smile that lit up her hazel eyes. Karis De Marco, his wife and one of the biggest business icons. They once made headlines because Karis was her husband's former rival. I wasn't into rich people gossip but I heard a bit about them from my mother. She was beautiful just like rumours.

"Then why don't you go die?" "Because I still have to find someone." "Find who?" "My wife." Marco froze. Everyone froze. "Wife?" Marco pointed toward the operating room. "Your wife is in there!" "No." I shook my head. "That's not my wife." "What the hell are you talking about?" "I'm talking about my real wife," I said, standing up. "Thea Monroe." Marco's face turned purple with rage. "You say this to my face?" "I'm just stating a fact."

She was stubborn in her feelings, also stubbornly embracing the pain of leaving, stubbornly giving birth. He, do not know since when, unconsciously put his wife's name in his lap, involuntarily looking at her. It is often said, only when lost can you appreciate, when he realizes his feelings to cherish her, that's when she disappears. Turns out in this game she wasn't the only one to lose… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The marriage of Marcus Stephen and Elysia Alice is a sale, for Marcus Stephen to strengthen his posi

From rage. “Are you out of your mind?” she demanded. Marcus raised a brow. “Good evening to you too.” “Don’t play with me,” Lady Bianca snapped. “You married her? You married Ares’ woman? Are you insane? You left me?? For this?” Tessa stiffened, but she didn’t speak. Marcus stepped forward. “She’s my wife now. And you will address her with respect.” Lady Bianca tried to stand. Her legs refused. Her pride didn’t.

Michael pushes. “I’m married to Maxwell Sturgis, I am a rich woman. I don’t want to be on a poster or billboard, I want to be next to my husband,” I reply. Max grabs my hand, “Michael, please take your foot off mine and refrain from talking about my wife’s body.” Michael has a smug look, “Tell you what Max. I will sign your contract, plus I’m willing to give your company a little more liberty if you loan me your wife for just a night or two.”

she saying in irritating tone. He noticed it and speak up "are you okay miss uppss isha" She replied "now I am just isha just isha may be your memory power are drain and you are forgetting me wow nice" she saying in aggression. Here he is no mood bcoz he is allready upset angry same frustration and her behaviour add fuel he stand up and saying in irritating tone "look miss I love someone else I love her more than anyone else so plz don't try to make me angry just say no to this marriage get that"

before she led Bonnie out of the room. “As soon as I mentioned it to her, she got emotional,” Faye was explaining as I wiped away a few wayward tears. “In all this time we’ve been working together, she’d never revealed how badly she and her husband wanted a child.” “Her husband?” Cadence questioned. “Yes. His name is Marcos. He’s one of our custodians,” Faye replied. “Wait—how many Vampires do we have working here?” Cadence asked, and I wondered if they would count me. At that moment, I would have.

"Marcus's wife." Sophia Lang's face went entirely white, just for one silent second. Then she recovered.

“Tell her your wife is being difficult about the real estate split. Give her enough rope to hang herself, Marcus. If she’s truly carrying your child, ninety days won't change the DNA. But if she’s working for Charlie, she will get desperate. And desperate people make mistakes.” Marcus looked down at her. For the first time in five years, he wasn't looking through her. He was looking at her—not as the quiet secretary who had supposedly trapped him, and not as the invisible wife who stayed out of his way. He was looking at a strategist who had just saved his neck. “There’s a condition,” Marcus said, his voice dropping into a low baritone. “Name it.” “You move your things back into the master w