Zak Bagans Wife Novels & Stories

“I stopped waiting for permission to lead.” Carson leaned closer. “I didn’t just marry a woman who completes me. I married a woman who’s helping me build something bigger than either of us.” She reached for his hand. “And we’re just getting started.” But just as calm began to settle in, Ruth burst into the lounge with her phone in hand. “You need to see this,” she said. A new article had just gone live. “Vanessa Malloy Speaks from Custody: ‘I Was Set Up by the O’Connells’”

“You can’t just get married and dump her in the house like that, Theodore. She’s your wife, not your housemaid.” As much as he hated to admit it, Mason was right. Keeping her confined in that mansion wasn’t exactly fair. After all, she was his wife. But there was something about Layla that intrigued him, something he couldn’t quite place. Despite his cold attitude and the harsh words he had thrown at her, she never snapped back. She remained calm, polite, almost too calm. It was as if nothing could shake her.

she placed her bag gently on the desk, all of her actions sensual, which confirmed what I had thought initially, the reason why she was here. " I am here to introduce myself, I am sure that you know my sister, Tiara, and she hasn't actually introduced us yet, I don't really know if you have heard about us, but...m" " Zara Winifred, that is your name. Your parents are the beta of the crescent park and the alpha, who goes by the name Bernard turns out to be your husband and your sister's ex boyfriend of whom you took from her, which I am grateful to you for, because I wouldn't have been able to meet someone as amazing as her if you haven't."

Neola ushered Elle inside the convertible and drove off in a haste. I was about to call for Joe and ask him about this when the female news reporter speak, 'As you can see, we had just witness Mrs. Elleana Cassidy West, wife of the famous businessman and owner of Greene-West Industries, Mr. Gabriel Hugo West, shopping with her husband's sister, Neola Dana West for baby's clothes. We did not hear about Mrs. West for a while and it seems that she’s been keeping us out of the box! Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade?'

I did my research before going. His wife, Zara Shawn, the chief founder of the company. I’d watched a podcast where she spilled everything: her husband—yeah, I forgot to mention his name is Dewis Knox—was literally her high school janitor. She was in a position where she needed a man by her side to get some contracts to partner with bigger agencies, and they just happened to meet coincidentally, so when they crossed paths she straight-up asked him to marry her. Supposed to be a contract thing only, but she caught feelings along the way. I muttered all this with a slow, smug smirk, rocking back on the couch.

He looked as stunning as she last remembered. “Are you fucking serious?” Wendy exclaimed, and that snapped Amelia back from her thoughts. “Yes” “Do you realize that Xavier Garcia is the owner of Fegal, and he is also the sole heir of Hardik” she stated as Amelia looked at her puzzled, not having a clue of what she was on about. She had never heard of Fegal nor had she heard of Hardik. Wendy sighed in exasperation as she looked at Amelia. “And I'm guessing you haven't heard of those?” she cocked an eyebrow.

I stepped into the house and slammed the door shut, throwing my bag across from me that it even hit a vase and sent it crashing onto the ground. I ignored the surprised look on his face and started venting. “I get that you're a big shot and probably don't care about things this hopeless but for goodness sake, help me out here! I'm pregnant and my marriage is at the verge of falling apart. Please come with me to Jarrod and convince him this photo is a fake, please I'm begging you! My husband is not as smart as you to figure out a bulls*it photo like this so-” Before I could finish speaking, he interupted me shakily. “-Y-you're pregnant?”

She put down the bag of nachos in her hand and asked, “What’s the problem? Why are you so surprised?” Alice didn’t respond to her. “I need to go backstage,” she said calmly as she stood up and straightened her dress. “Go ahead,” Zayden said with a nod. Maggie became even more intrigued as she saw Alice leave. She set the bag of nachos down and asked, “What’s wrong? What are you two muttering about?” “She is my wife. I can mutter with her all I want.” Zayden said, looking at her.