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A rich husband might as well exploit his money. Vince or Aeden was busy with his drug business and I just sat in one corner. “You shouldn’t be here ma’am,” I pulled the bottle away and looked behind to see Paolina standing. “Carla. Call me Carla.” I said sternly as I looked at her through my peripheral vision as I turned my head sideways. “It’s cold, please get back inside.” She said as she walked forward and sat down beside me. The thing about Paolina was she was a very sophisticated woman. She may be young, but she was a perfectionist. She wouldn’t dare question Eric or Aeden’s orders and would follow them like a religious student. She was also the sweetest soul.

She winks at him and looks expectantly at Carlton. Carlton doesn't even delay to answer. “My wife as you all know, is Marigold Stewart. The news circulating around the news and social media is all her doing. She is acting impulsively, not thinking of the consequences of her actions.” “And why do you say that Mr. Carlton?” the shaggy reporter beats the red hair to it.

Leo, who had just arrived for the reception, stood beside him. "Your wife's transformation is amazing," he whispered in his ear. "Yes, she's really beautiful," Theo told him. But he was not surprised by the transformation. Since they got married, she has been in a better mood, more relaxed, and more confident every day. "More than beautiful," Leo added, nodding to his friend at the other end of the room, where one of Parker's lawyers was standing. "How are things with these?" Did they suspect anything? ”Not wanting to explain the new situation to him in a room full of curious ears, Theo answered him only briefly.

That got her attention. She looked me up and down, all attitude. "Sir, watch what you say. That kind of claim can get you in trouble. Ms. Sweeney's husband is upstairs—having dinner with her and their child. You should leave." Talia said keeping a "strong, independent woman" image helped her run the hotel, so I stayed out of the spotlight. Because of that, everyone at Cresthaven only knew their GM was sharp, young, and in control. No one knew the place was mine.

she glared at Katherine, "my name's Hermione, and I'm Quentin's seventh wife. It's lovely to finally talk to you and sit with you like we're doing today. You really are as beautiful as Brigitte has repeated for the past few weeks." I cleared my throat uncomfortably, and swallowed nervously, "thank you," I said lowly. "And I'm Eloise," spoke up a gorgeous brunette with red stained lips, looking like a gorgeous actress from the 50's with the animated way that she talked, "Quentin's sixth, and despite what someone may say at this table, Quentin's favourite wife," she tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear. She pointed to the lady besides her, "And this is, Caroline, the fifth wife, and Americ

"Why? Because this is a seat reserved for your wife who's nowhere to be seen?" She propped her elbow against the table, intentionally squeezing her boobs together. Half of her tits were already on display with her low cut gown strapless gown but he kept his eyes fixed on her the whole time. "Exactly, you're sitting in my wife's spot and everyone is watching." "It doesn't matter if they're watching, they know you love your wife right? You've made that very clear in the media these past few days, if I remember clearly." "What do you want?"

Her lies, spewed under the cover of being a reporter, made me tremble with rage. "You're lying through your teeth! Wilson is my husband, not yours." Rowena Jones paused, then smirked like she had caught me in a slip-up. "Wilson's your husband? Prove it." "I..." "Here's my marriage certificate with Wilson. Got anything like that?" She waved two certificates from her bag, flaunting them for me and the camera to see. A chill ran through me. How on earth did she have a marriage certificate with Wilson?

Madison’s cousin Raven, the one who painted my wife’s portrait, is also here with her husband, Ian Moretti. My lovely wife is making her rounds as the consummate hostess that she is. As usual, she’s stunning in that cute little summer dress she’s wearing. Just looking at her, it’s hard to believe this quintessential beauty is the fierce leader of the Obsidian Knights and, by all rights, one of the most powerful people in this country. But above all else…she was my wife, best friend, lover, and keeper of my heart. And if the fates allow, the mother of my children. Margo goes scurrying by in hot pursuit of their toddler running with a cup of juice sloshing its contents everywhere. I look for C

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.