Zac Oyama Wife Novels & Stories

shouted Akio to Ken as he slams the table at the same time. "Honey, calm down. Ken, how have you been? You rarely answer our calls and you even hide the location of your house. We would like to visit you from time to time also-" Himawari, the wife of Akio and step-mother of ken was interrupted even before she could finish her sentence.

Police who would be working for Carter and no doubt sabotage our search until Stephanie is … I don’t even want to finish that thought. It’s only been a few days it will be fine. Carter won’t want to rush into anything … although my mind wonders at now that they are ‘married’ whether he will demands certain marital rights from my wife. The thought twists my stomach to the point I feel i’m about to dry heave. He won’t hurt her like that. Right? In the back of my mind I doubt Carter will be that kind. He’s obsession with my wife is dangerous at best and deadly at worst. Sabriana looks me over before she places her hands on her hips. “Let me help Jake. We all want her back safe. The more people

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

She smiles. Edward’s wife gives her a smile so sweet that it could give cavities. “Be careful, especially with who you surround yourself with. Goodbye Mrs Shaw.” Then she walks away, her husband following in tow after with a wave to them. “Enough ladies, let’s go home now.” Noah calls out from the side.

She did the same to his much-younger wife, Melinda, before reaching for Ayo’s hand. “James, you were at the wedding, but I have not had the chance to introduce you officially. This is my husband, Ayodele Taiwo.” “The husband,” James said with a chuckle as he offered his hand to Ayo. “Yes, that would be me,” Ayo said with an affable smile as he shook the producer’s hand. “Humour and good looks. You, my man, are a star right now. Man of the year, if you ask me. If not for all the scandals around you, I would be begging you to be on my screen, you know. Too bad,”

Oasis leans in with a whisper, “…preggy girlfriend.” I back away before walking by her, reaching her desk and leaning on it as I state calmly, “Angry wife, Oasis.” Then I point to myself. “I'm his wife.” Oasis scratches her nape with a sigh. “Can you just... go home? I said I would give the girl an earful.” “Oh, at risk of losing your job?’ An earful is not nearly enough. I need more. Now you might be thinking, ‘What more would she need? Yolie and Zeath were dating, after all, before she made herself a third wheel―’”

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

said Jay, extending his hand. Aya who was standing next to her husband shook hands to the organizer. Her body was super sexy, but this time her hair wasn't braided in two as usual, her hair styled gracefully upwards, with strands of hair deliberately left to fall off. The dress she was wearing was low-busted, making the eyes of the other visitors who caught a glimpse of them having to hold their saliva. "Have you guys just arrived?" asked the clan member, pointing towards his wife who had been sitting on their bench for a while ago.

I stumbled and fell right into Ryuzo. My lips landed squarely against that ring of steel. The hard, unyielding sensation sent heat rushing to my cheeks. Ryuzo caught me, one hand bracing me up and the other cupping my breast. My husband was standing right there! I steadied myself and shot a glance his way. He wasn't even looking. His eyes were locked on Ayame. She was in the kitchen, wearing a micro-miniskirt, busying herself with dinner. When she caught the scene, she just smiled—a knowing, secret little smile.

“Cole Martinez had a wife. She died two days before Miss Gomez showed up.” My jaw tightened. “Go on.” I fucking know that. “Her name was Yasmin Lee. Only daughter of a restaurant owner in Hawaii. I’ll send you the details, but there’s a strong chance you’ll find what you’re looking for, and that requires you to make another trip to Hawaii for that meeting.” Yasmin Lee. “How long was she married to that bastard?” “Five years.” Five years? That can’t be a coincidence. My stomach churned as I watched Arlene. She had her phone pressed to her ear, her fingers clenched into a fist.