Zak Bagans Wife Novels & Stories

“Jack” “Yes boss” “Is everything set” “Yes boss, her audio is on and we can track her movement “What about the camera I told you to attach to her back bag” “I did that as well and it is already up, you can see and hear her movement through your tablet” Jack handed his tablet to him. He turned it on and viewed the video, she was already getting close to the start of the mountain. Jack saw the worried look on his boss's face. Everyone knew how much he cared about his wife, it was hard for him to make this decision.

“Please don’t trust Adrian.” Adrian looked toward the speaker. Marcus stepped backward. Elena’s lips trembled. “Mum?” The voice continued. “Your husband is the reason I disappeared.” Then the speaker went silent. A final message appeared on the small screen beside the door. LIVE TRANSMISSION: EVELYN HART And beneath it: SHE HAS TEN MINUTES LEFT.

“I heard from Nancy that Zake went back to his mom's house. Wasn't his arranged marriage canceled? Then why did Zake go there again?” Meazus just grinned and replied. "Zake got a twenty-two-year-old girl pregnant. I think Zake went back there to take responsibility for what he did." Deanna opened her mouth because she was very shocked to hear that. Deanna didn't expect Zake to do something like that. “Then what about Zoan?” “Zoan also went back to his mom's house because his wife is pregnant.” The woman just nodded and walked towards the bed. Meazus thought Deanna was going to hug him, but she stopped in front of the nightstand to check her phone notifications.

The headline made me feel sick: "SECRET CEO REVEALED: Fashion Mogul Jane Phillips-Garrett Is Holmes Family Wife!" Below that was a picture of Christian putting my wedding ring back on my finger at the gala. "This can't be happening," I said to myself. I clicked on the article. It was worse than I'd imagined. "Jane Phillips-Garrett, the mysterious CEO of P&G Industries, was revealed last night to be the wife of billionaire Christian Holmes. The couple, who sources say have been living separately for months, appeared to reconcile at a charity gala where Phillips-Garrett was honored as one of New York's top entrepreneurs."

I am here with my ex-husband who doesn't trust me. I want to run away but I can't. He has blackmailed me. I can't risk my parents life to stay in my comfort zone. I roam around to search for him. I want to tell him that I want to go back. I searched everywhere. He wasn't anywhere. There were couples going into bedrooms. Crazy wife swapping business rituals for business deals. Makes me vomit. I see Arnold with a woman going into one of those bedrooms. I know well what happens inside those rooms. The woman locked the door from the inside.

Garcia, the boss is expecting you in his cabin. The woman Eleanor Garcia, none other than the wife of the one and only infamous Zavier Garcia stood up elegantly and started walking towards the elevator. Her pencil heels clicking against the pavement were increasing Xander's heartbeat with each passing second. The more cold and ruthless his boss is, he got himself a wife just like him: cold and tough but her beauty and elegance was undeniable. Whatever she does it has elegance, class and royalty in it.

I know you don't go to the gallery anymore, but i also know you've been meeting up with your friends. "Are you having me followed? Is that it?" she replied, shouting. "You are my wife, I should know where you're going to, you dont just leave the house without anyone knowing, and dont think i don't know you are going to meet up with your ex-boyfriend, i said raising my voice. " I can't believe this. First, you have me followed, and as if that's not enough, you accuse me of cheating on you, just weeks after we got married, are you insane"?, she shouted back at me.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

I was a nobody orphan from a humble background, but my husband, Ethan Sterling, was the heir to one of America's wealthiest old-money families. He defied his entire family to marry me. But as I lay on the operating table, about to give birth, he stood before me, embracing Iris, putting on a show in front of everyone. Because Iris donated bone marrow to save his mother's life. The night before her own engagement, her fiancé betrayed her, and the trauma wiped her memory clean. Now the only thing she knew for certain was that Ethan Sterling was her husband.

This was the most amazing day in his life and he was deeply thankful to his wife for it. Bela Grace Knight was born at 10.22 am, on a warm Sunday evening, she was weighing in at six pounds and twelve ounces and was eighteen inches long. Sarah came to the hospital to visit her best friend and she declared her to be the most beautiful baby that she had ever seen. She stayed with Riley for a few minutes and when she left. Riley fell asleep. Bruce held his daughter firmly against his chest while he watched the two women he loved more than anything else in this world. Who would have thought that one arranged wedding all those months ago could bring him everything that he had today? Call it fate,