Nathaniel Buzolic Wife Novels & Stories

"I was ashamed. But I swear to you, Isla, there’s no part of my past that threatens what we have now." "Unless it follows us," I murmured. He took my hands. "Then we face it. Together." --- The following days were a whirlwind. Wedding plans moved forward—Judith booked a vineyard for the reception, Nathan finalized the catering with his head chef, and I found the dress. But beneath the beauty of it all, the shadow of Boston lingered. Then came the second message. This time it was a photo. A picture of Nathan and a woman—Ava, presumably—standing outside the old bistro. She was smiling. He was holding her hand.

"He's just...I don't know. Ever since my 15th birthday he's been weird. Don't worry though, he's on another business trip." She tosses over another dress to me. "Good, I'm finished with picking. Now for safety reasons, we're stalking your boss." She takes her phone and starts typing. "What safe-" "Nicholas Diaz, was married - understandable, his wife was Irina Diaz. Married for 4 years but she..." She stops reading and looks at me. "What?" "She died in a car crash, 8 years ago." "I don't think it's her, what day was it?"

“Breaking news' ' the newscaster’s voice was heard all over, “the CEO of Avanti and one of the nation’s heartthrob, Nathan Hernandez has announced to the public that Mrs Bianca Baxter of B-clothing is his ex wife. Further delving into the details, even Mrs Bianca confirmed to have been married to the business tycoon which further leads us to the incidents from five years ago. Five years ago, we witnessed a series of events between Nathan Hernandez and a woman who he claimed to have shattered his life and even vowed to take revenge on her on live television. This leads us to a question, what exactly is happening?” The female newscaster went silent for a while then continued talking again,

She leans past me, peering frantically down the hallway toward the street. "Yeah, I know," I say, stepping into her space and forcing her to retreat inside. "You called Anders. He told me exactly where you were." Betty scowls, slamming the door shut and throwing the deadbolt. "Who were those people, Nathaniel?" she breathes, lowering the bat to rest it against the wall. I glance at her, and then look directly at the blonde woman clutching the wooden bat like it's Excalibur. Betty sighs, rubbing her temple. "Oh. Nathaniel, Lucy. Ex-husband, best friend."

Nathan was in the middle, with Valentina to his left and Jacob to his right. Flashes were hitting in all directions toward the three people seated at the table. "First of all, we welcome all media friends and journalists to this conference," Nathan said in a deep voice. "Today is the premiere conference of our new project. The love between you and me. At the same time, I also want to take this opportunity to announce my recent marriage." Nathan took Valentina's hand and stood up with her. "Gentlemen, my wife, Valentina Miller of Mercer. I hope everyone is happy and bless our union."

Every time she went to Lilac Corporation, Boaz was missing due to various reasons. Nancy only got to know what was going on when she overheard the company employees’ gossip. Boaz had become a womanizer over the past few years and was practically changing his girlfriend every single day. Apparently, he was recently wooing a celebrity called Nephele Clinton. He sponsored her movies, gave her houses, cars, and often went to visit her while she was shooting her movies. And whenever he visited, his visits would last for a few days. Andrew knew about this, and he told her that Boaz was actually better this way than when he was slaving away to serve her every whim.

No woman has ever moved him the way Natasha Mullins moved him, his heart had stopped, his breath cut short by her sight, at that moment he knew to make her his forever by tying the knot with her. Five years ago the knowledge of a woman in his life seemed terrifying, but a moment spent with Natasha proved otherwise. Within eight months of marriage, they were blessed with their first child Kenneth Carter. Nathaniel's thought his heart would burst with pride. A son. One of his everliving wishes had come through. Then there came Olivia another bundle of joy but their joy was immediately cut short one faithful night Natasha left to get the forgotten beverages of their daughter despite his disappr

“I think they’ve enjoyed enough through these years, it’s time for them to contribute to this family, isn't it?” As soon as the words came out, John’s face turned badly and with serious words, “Stay away from your sister.” “She has a marriage contract with the Walker family, you can’t destroy it!” Clara’s heart sank into the valley when she saw her father protected Betthany without thinking so much. “So, you want to destroy me?” “But I remember that the Walker family was not satisfied, as sister is the daughter of a mistress and planned to break off the marriage.” Once the words were out, Betthany and Ada’s face turned white.

Well played Sophie, I thought. ******************** I was at my office admiring the view of the magnificent city from up here with a glass of wine in my hands and a lot going through my mind. I thought about the good times I had with Adina when we were couples, she was my best teammate, and wife. We never did anything alone, we're good parents to Ricky and the best couples. The more I thought about it the more pain I felt. If only I could rewind the hands of time, I really miss her. I was still in my head when the buzz from my phone jolted me back to reality. It was from Mr. Millwood

He stared at the exit, his jaw locked, a subtle muscle twitching beneath the smooth skin of his cheek. “Um,” Maya started, her voice small and tentative as she lowered her pizza back to the paper plate. “Are you… is she okay?” Nathaniel turned his head slowly, his dark eyes focusing on Maya as if realizing for the first time that Lillian hadn't been sitting alone. He cleared his throat, his posture instantly reassembling into the cold, impenetrable wall he wore in the boardroom. “She is fine. Please excuse the interruption.” “You’re really her husband?” Maya asked, her natural curiosity overriding her fear of the intimidating stranger. “Like, the actual Brooks Group Brooks? She never told me