Addison Montgomery Husband Novels & Stories

For a long moment, I remained frozen in Damian's hold, Ethan’s words echoing on an agonizing loop in my mind. ‘Boring.’ ‘She doesn't evoke a single feeling in me.’ ‘Don't buy her sketches on my account.’ How had I been so blind? How had I spent three years married to a man who secretly held so much contempt for me? He was a complete stranger compared to the boy who had comforted me online five years ago when my parents divorced—the boy who had listened when my mother fell into deep depression and ended up in the hospital. That boy was gone. In his place stood a cruel, callous man.

Harrison Montgomery, a man who commanded respect with just a glance, looked up from his leather armchair. His piercing gray eyes immediately locked onto his wife, sensing her distress. “What’s wrong?” he asked, setting his glass of bourbon down on the side table. “It’s Alexis,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “She and Ryan… they’ve broken up.” For a moment, there was silence. Harrison’s expression didn’t shift, but a faint twitch of his jaw betrayed his reaction. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers under his chin as his mind worked through her words.

“Twenty million dollars. That’s what I’ll pay you if you become my wife. Contract only. No emotions, no strings, no messy attachments. Just a deal that benefits us both.” Her lips parted, shock written all over her face. “You can’t be serious.” “Oh, I’m very serious,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “Think about it. Your fashion line is in ruins. Sponsors are running from you like you have leprosy." I turned walking back to my seat "But if I'm by your side, everything will change. They'll know you as the woman who tamed Alexander MaCarro, the city’s most powerful bachelor. You’ll have the platform and the money to build your empire.”

Nobody even changed my way to show how insignificant I could. I tried to walk away but he stopped me. “Do you mind if I drop you off?” He asked and I agree instantly though I had my driver waiting outside. I was just going to text him to leave. This was how I met my husband, the fast growing hockey star. Jack Maddox. And I Rose Maddox supported him throughout his career and is on his way to championship with his team. The camera clicked almost blinding my eyes at the press conference. I clutched my stomach tightly.

"Am I wrong? Damon hasn't even touched you in six years. Where could those pups have come from?" "During the night of his heat," I said slowly, deliberately, word by word. "That was the only time." Damon's head snapped up. Shock and pain warred across his face. "So the twins…" "Yours," I said. My eyes never left him. "But they're gone now. You killed them." Damon collapsed to his knees, trembling violently. I turned to David and said, "I request the immediate dissolution of this marriage." "No!" Damon lunged at me, but an invisible force threw him back.

Anyway, she felt nothing could possibly go wrong with her bearing that name from now on. Whenever he thought of that name, he would think only of her. He would even believe that he had gotten her name tattooed on him, that would definitely make him love her more. She smiled at that thought. “And you’re Manuel, my husband. You got hit by a truck while coming back from work last week.” She’d have to get used to calling him that. He blinked. Fiona couldn’t tell if he had any more questions. He had an unreadable look on his face.

He and his father indulge the press with a reserved smile and a casual nod while the two women waves and smile. His dashing look did not escape everyone's interest. As of the moment, he remains to be the most sought-after bachelor in the country without anyone's knowledge about his marriage to Alexzia Montes and their son, Lucas Alexander Montes Wright. Aside from the members of the Board of WGC, no one knew about his marriage and earlier disappearance. But despite his near-death experience, he had recovered quite fast. He returned to the office earlier last week to the surprise of his staff. But Samantha remains on his side to assist him.

he asked. “Yes,” I answered. He smiled, “Great, because I believe we are going to have a fun time, and on the practice of telling truths,” he paused, smirking at me. I didn’t like that look, didn’t like the way he made me feel slightly anxious. “What?” My voice was little, almost inaudible. He leaned, closer, “A little birdie told me that your husband is out of town for two weeks, and I guess we can have more than a weekend at the beach house,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows as he stared at me.

“A freaking year? And you never told me.” “Err…yes.” Homer scratched his ear. “You’ve been dating her for a year!” I repeated, disbelief creeping back in. “And you’re telling me this now?” “It just never came up.” I gave him a look. “Carter’s secretary never came up? This is… unbelievable.” I muttered. “I didn’t think it would be a problem.” “It is a problem.” I shot back immediately. “You’re dating someone who works for my husband and never told me.”

The man I shared a bed with for the past five years had a legally wedded wife and two children. To make things worse, he had been secretly dosing me with contraceptives all this time! Now, I was pregnant with a child he would never acknowledge as his. - I wandered out of the company like a lost soul. Victoria Winston was the heiress to the Winston business empire. I was more than familiar with that name. Daniel Hudson had ranted about her more than once. “Victoria is arrogant just because she’s rich! I’ll never marry her, not even if I go broke!