A'ja Wilson Married Novels & Stories

Kissiwaa advised. “I know you're looking out for me and all, but my Todd isn't like that, can we change the topic now?" Aidah asked irritated. “Yes, Ma," Kissiwaa said dropping the topic. “Good," Aidah added. Aku and Kwesi had gotten married the previous day. Their ceremony was a lavished one. She woke up early to prepare breakfast for her husband. They were currently on their honeymoon in Dubai. She prepared tombrown porridge with toasted bread as she set the table. She went to the bathroom to brush her teeth after which she proceeded to wake her hubby up

Washing up his hands in the sink , Jackson scooted closer to Cheska and kissed her forehead, then her bloated belly. He whispered something to her and Cheska nodded before Jackson took off. He watched her plaster on a smile and gestured him over to the dining table. “I made pasta and chicken wing, would mind of I plate some for you?” She asked, avoiding his gaze. “No, thanks.” Aiden uttered. Out of curiosity he asked. “Have you been married that long?” Pulling out the chair opposite Aiden’s, she sank on it and nodded. “Five years and three months now.” She answered.

Soon, Wilson hugs me, saying, "Jude had to leave without me. He needed me to fix some loose ends before I left." "What loose ends?" Wilson answers, "Regarding the wedding." Then he asks Jamie, "Do you have it?" Jamie nods, and Wilson continues, "You didn't show Ajay, did you?" "No! No!" "Whew!" He laughs before saying, "Jude would've killed me!" Feeling left out, I say, "So now Jamie knows more than me?" "No way, Ajay. It's a wedding surprise." Quickly, he covers his mouth and adds, "See, I'm telling too much already."

We greeted them and went to take our various seats inside the church. After the church service ended, we went home to continue with our various marriages. --- Amara Nicholas Three years married to Darlington Briggs, I had thought he would change, but Darlington kept to his vow and promise to me and stayed away from Jenna Colton. Jenna was still a top model in our state. Meeting Jenna Colton again sent goosebumps down my spine. She was still beautiful, and I had to wrap my hands possessively around Darlington's arm to greet Jenna and her husband.

“ I'm sorry Miss but you can't go in there. Mr. Wilson is having a very important meeting” The maid called out as a silhouette walked past ignoring her completely with a straight face. Layla Jones was very upset about the news she heard this morning. Her stepmom had told her she was getting married to Damian Wilson in a few days and although Layla did not have a boyfriend she was not ready to get married at nineteen.

“Oh, I don’t know… a proper introduction, for starters. Maybe a place for us in your life again.” Us. I froze. The boy’s eyes were green—Kian’s green. His hair, dark and unruly, was an echo I couldn’t deny. My chest tightened, but before I could speak, Kian’s voice cut the air like steel. “Jessica, I’m married.” Jessica’s lips curled into a smile that wasn’t a smile at all. Her gaze flicked to me, sharp as a blade, before she turned back to him. “Then get a divorce,” she said, her words dripping venom. “Because I’m the one carrying the Wilson heir.”

Her life had been full and peaceful. Samuel tilted his head and gave her a knowing smile. "Are you sure? Three years ago, Jessica went back to the Capital with Mr. Larson. Don't you want to know what's going on with her? And Stanley returned to the Capital, too. The Hawk and Larson families have a marriage agreement. Don't you want to know what happened between Stanley and Jessica?" Wendy looked at him calmly. "What are you trying to say?" "I heard they're getting married soon."

“It's me, Jayden, your husband. We were in a car accident, and you hit your head. The doctors said you suffered from a mild concussion; could it be that you lost your memories because of that?” “You're my husband? We're married?” Aria asked in surprise. ‘Then why did his presence make her uncomfortable? Maybe they were not in a happy marriage? Was he maltreating her?’ Aria inwardly wondered. “Yes, we're married. I even have pictures. Here, see,” he presented his phone to her as he kept sliding pictures of them together. It seemed that they had a court wedding, just signing the certificates, nothing huge. “You're also pregnant with our first child,” he said, placing his hand on her slightly b