A Mi Esposo Novels & Stories

Anna stood slightly behind him, every instinct screaming to hide—but he reached for her hand again, pulled her beside him, and whispered just loud enough for her to hear. “Stand tall, kitten.” She nodded faintly. A reporter stood. “Mr. Esposito. Is it true? Are you married?” Sandro’s lips curled faintly. “I don’t make a habit of confirming rumors, but this one… yes. I am.” Gasps. Scribbles. Camera shutters clicked frantically. “To her?” Another reporter pointed at Anna. “Yes,” Sandro replied. “This is my wife. Marianna Esposito. Formerly Marianna Romano.”

I let out a low chuckle, my hands on my waist in disbelief. “I’m married, Carlo.” “To a Romano! Eso no es matrimonio!” He raised his voice. (That’s not marriage) “I’m not having this conversation with you Carlo. Isabella es mi esposa. I don’t even know your daughter,” (Isabella is my wife.)

I asked him. Suddenly, the joy on his handsome face disappeared. What? Did I say something wrong? I'm just telling him the reality. The reality is that we can't be involved in a romantic relationship with each other. He's my stepson and my husband's son, it's forbidden to have an affair.

My name is Mia, and I’ve been married to Alex for two years now. On paper, everything looks perfect—nice house in the suburbs, a decent job, Sunday brunches with the family. But the truth is, my pussy has been aching for the wrong man since the day I met him. His name is Robert. My father-in-law.

I sighed. “I didn't leave the company in your hands. Enzo is there and my secretary too and who says I can't handle things from theirs end?” “No, no, no, there's no way you'll be doing work when you are on a vacation with your fiancé. You guys are supposed to be making babies not documents.” He said, and I rolled my eyes. Thank God he couldn't see me. “I thought sex was supposed to come after marriage? Since when has the world changed this much?” I said with a smirk on my face, knowing that my grandfather once believed sex should be done after marriage.

I'm not sure if I made the right decision in accepting this position as C E O, because although it's a great opportunity, it couldn't have come at a worse time. My wife doesn't speak Korean and doesn't have friends here, so I sometimes feel guilty when I have to leave her alone for long periods, which has been happening often. That's why I was very excited about the idea of a mini-honeymoon with her. We didn't have the opportunity to do that when we got married because of my concert schedule, but I really want to do everything I can to show her how much I love her. That's why I arranged everything so that, even with my shows, I'll have time to enjoy and spend time with her.

she whispered, “we could sneak out for a little romp.” My chest shook with the laugh I was trying to hold back. Though her words always managed to surprise me, I wasn’t going to bring attention to ourselves. I was all about rutting and romping my wife. “I married an insatiable woman.” I gently nipped her earlobe. “But you love it,” she murmured. “And I love you, Alessandro Moravia.” “I love you, mio Tesoro. From the moment I spotted you.” “All the way then, huh?”

“You’re… out of character tonight.” He exhales, his breath fogging the cool evening air. “I’m just curious, that’s all.” His gaze trails over my face, searching for something. “Like Mom said, you’re glowing. Happier. Different. I figured maybe it’s because of whoever you’re… seeing.” I let out a disbelieving laugh. “Seeing? Felix, I’m your wife.” He scratches the back of his head, looking almost boyish and guilty. “I know. And I’ll never forget that. But I’m just asking…”

he asked, his tone flat. Ryan flopped into Massimo’s leather chair like he owned the place. “Wow. That’s it? That’s how you greet your beloved cousin? Your favorite hacker-slash-private investigator?” “We’re at work,” Massimo said without looking at him. “I pay you. This isn’t a family reunion.” Ryan put a hand to his chest, feigning injury. “Rude ass. And here I was, coming to share something… delicious I just found out about your ex-wife.”