Nathaniel Buzolic Wife Novelas e Histórias

“You’re crossing a line.” Nathaniel held my gaze. For a moment neither of us spoke. Then I said, deliberately, “Don’t say my wife’s name.” I warned. The word wife came out automatically, as if she was still mine. As if we weren’t in the middle of a very messy, very public divorce. Nathaniel noticed, and somehow that seemed to irritate him even more. “Your wife,” he repeated, “was treated like an inconvenience in her own home.” “That is not your problem.”

“Nathaniel Shaw, the richest man in the country is doing a soft launch with his supposed wife.” “Wife?” I frowned, my feet carrying me toward the group of women. “Who is this wife?” I couldn't stop the curiosity bubbling within me, couldn't wait for them to bring me the news. After all, Shaw Industries was my target. However, my phone buzzed, and I saw the news for myself. Nathaniel Shaw with a woman snuggled to his arm, as they retreated from the Shaw Powers tower building. The headlines were glaring, speculations were coming in. Everyone was scrambling to know who this woman was since we could only see her back silhouette. The attention was no longer on me, and I felt a sinking feeling, my

Cassia relaxed more on the couch like a tired kitten, her legs and pussy still aching from all the hard labor she had just indulged in with her man. Nathaniel looked at Celine and laughed out loud. He was currently shirtless, with lots of Cassia's love marks around his neck, but that was not the bone of contention now. "You have no right to ask me that. Celine, look around you—does this house look like a home to you? Celine, other married women would stay and invest in their marriage, but all you did was go to work, chase a stupid promotion as if you're competing with me, your fucking husband!" Nathaniel screamed back as he looked at his wife in disgust.

Joseph directed his question to Nathan. "That I am," he grinned happily. "You seem way too happy to be called white trash," his smile never faltered. "I mean I have you and he doesn't, I'm the winner here" "Aw," I pulled him in for a deep kiss. "Ew guys get a room" one of them yelled. "We're already in a room," Nate groaned annoyed at being interrupted. I laughed at his antics. "Anyways I don't know if Nate told you this but my husband works for the FBI I'm sure he could help us with this Brian bitch"

but I thought if this is same than she will surely meet me and introduce herself even I she is my ishu she will definitely not call me everytime sir sir blah blah. I open my eyes and went toward balcony and stand up there. And see it's stars and moon but it's little cloudy and windy even why not it's monsoon season her favourite. I close my eyes there and feel that air that cold breeze so child her innocent face come. I thought my mom is very stubborn if she decided to marry me with someone I know she will but I don't what should I do umm my mind speak up "idea I tell the girl no to this marriage bcoz I love someone else and if you marry Me. I don't give that love you deserve. Which a wife w

I scoffed, "I am only trying to help your husband here. What do you mean not to touch him? Do you want him to die?!" "Are you a doctor? Why should I let another woman touch my husband?!" She fired back at me. Now I know where this is going. She's a jealous wife who wouldn't let another woman touch her husband even if he is dying. Damon stepped forward, "If you knew you could wait for an ambulance, why did you call for help? Why bother other people with your problems?!" "Well... I..." "Your husband is dying! She is a doctor trying to help you and your jealous self won't let it happen? You'll have no one but yourself to blame when he dies. Let's go sweetheart."

“Don’t shut me out, Liam. I heard what Noah said. About your father, about the company… about you.” He looked away, his jaw tightening. “Izzy, please. This isn’t something you want to be involved in.” “But I am involved,” she insisted, her voice breaking. “I’m your wife, Liam. Whether this marriage started as an arrangement or not, I’m part of your life now. And I want to help you, if you’ll just let me.” He hesitated, his expression conflicted, but then he took a step back, his face closing off. “This is my burden to bear. I won’t drag you into it.”

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

which was just a balloon surrounded by icing? "It's not a bomb, it explodes," Yuwi whispered. "What is this?" Dylan picked up what was inside the balloon, the pregnancy test that Magi no'n showed us. And Dylan, who was really surprised, happily hugged his soon-to-be wife. "I'm going to be a father!" "What a morning this wedding gift is. Congratulations to the both of you!" Warren articulated, giving Dylan a sudden tap on his back. "Woah? Congratulations, bro. Such a good news to start this day," said Israel.

“Williams Hayes. CEO of Hayes Holdings.” A brief pause. “I already have a file, sir.” Nathan went very still. “You do?” “Yes.” Another careful beat. “It was compiled when you first asked me to research Ms. Bella. His name came up. He’s her ex-husband. He divorced her while she was pregnant.” Nathan’s gaze drifted toward the wall that separated his room from mine. The silence stretched. “Send it over,” he said at last, and ended the call. Four minutes later, the file appeared. He opened it and started reading.