Novel & Cerita Nathaniel Buzolic Wife

Then, without a word, he turned and walked away, leaving Olivia feeling anxious and worried. "Is Abigail fine?" He asked as soon as he got to a safe distance where Olivia couldn't hear his conversation. "Yes… I saw her enter the hotel room. Besides that, I have bad news." The receiver answered. " Spill!" Sebastine ordered. " You know your alliance with Sophia was fixed to maintain the partnership between her Dad's company and yours." Bruce started, maintaining a whisper. "I know that Bruce and you have to work that right for me. It's not my job.You know what transpired and what led to my marriage with Abigail?" Sebastine asked in defense.

"Whatever Mother wants to say. Think I'm a bad woman. I'll accept everything you say, but I'm sure after you know the facts about my relationship with Mas Dika, you'll think differently than you do now." As confident as she was, Nadia said it in front of Annata. "What do you mean?" Annata raised one eyebrow. She was surprised by Nadia's statement, which she found very ambiguous. Nadia wasted no time. She took out her cell phone from her bag, then showed the video that she had shown to Eka earlier. Annata covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes widened perfectly, when the video had only been running for a few seconds. Bi Endang's reaction was no less surprised than Annata's. She could not b

He knew they wouldn’t pressure him, but he felt ashamed that his selfishness had caused his family to worry. Noticing his younger brother’s mood, Gavin lightly patted him on the shoulder, offering encouragement. "Stay strong, man. You’ll make it. Soon enough, you’ll break through the barriers in front of you and move forward." "Well, we’ve discussed everything. Gavin will take care of the next steps," Mrs. Agatha said eagerly. "As for me, I need to go shopping, because we’re about to have a girl move in." "Dear, she’s over twenty already," Gordon interjected, understanding his wife’s excitement. Mrs. Agatha had always wanted a daughter but never had one, and now, having found someone she lik

I didn't get to hear the rest because Nathan only whispered it to Georgie with a smug look on his face. George on the other hand, looked disgusted and scared. "Who the hell is that guy?" George asked as Nathan was out of sight. "Nathaniel Lancaster, my husband," "You're married to Nathaniel Lancaster?" I nodded. "Welcome to my life," and laughed. "I'll just call my driver and ask him to take me to the hospital," "I think you should wait for him," "Who? Nathan? I don't think I should," I used my left hand to bring my phone out of my bag and dialed the driver's number. He wouldn't pick up and I had to dial again.

Naomi pulled me up. Behind her stood compliance officers in field jackets, the deputy director leading them. Martin looked like he might pass out, shaking against the wall. Naomi—Director of the Business Compliance Bureau. This year alone, she'd torn through company after company. Cases stacked all the way into next year. One look at Martin and you knew—if she touched his books, he was done. She kept business and government separate. Never once showed up to our dinners. Our marriage was low-key, so Talia didn't recognize her. She went right back to acting bold.

Not a business partner. His wife.

“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.

"Chief — where's your wife?" That voice. Enough to turn every head on the bus. Everyone was curious. What kind of woman stayed unbothered while rumors swirled around her husband? What kind of person had landed the most sought-after cardiac surgeon in the country? And she wasn't even here? Not even reporting in after late shifts? Nathan craned his neck. Scanned behind Adrian. Adrian's tone was flat. "My wife also has a team building." Zoe's hand clamped down on Nora's palm so hard Nora nearly yelped.

Nathan shook his head slowly and gently stroked his wife's cheek. "What for? I don't want to force my wife". Nathan gave her a soft smile. 'I don't know whether to believe you or not. What is certain is that my sister's life has never been safe since she met you,' Monica thought, her mind in turmoil. She leaned back, meeting Nathan’s steady gaze.

“I will address only one thing today.” A pause. “My wife.” The word landed cleanly, unambiguous. “Murmurs have framed Lillian Bloom as a variable,” Nathaniel said. “As a risk factor. As something to be managed.” He looked directly into the camera. “That framing is false.” The journalists leaned forward. “Lillian Bloom is my wife,” he repeated. “Not conditionally. Not strategically. Not retroactively.” He did not raise his voice. “And she will not be discussed as leverage in corporate or philanthropic negotiations,” Nathaniel continued. “Not by this board. Not by any partner. Not by anyone who intends to do business with me.”