Aisha Dee Husband Novels & Stories

" Does this means I get to join the boys abroad?" He wrinkled his nose at me. " You're not joining the boys abroad. I told you before, we operate in small scale over there. And point of correction, she's not a white woman, she's a Nigerian widow. Her husband died a year ago and left her all his wealth. She's one of the richest women in the country presently. You might've heard of Mrs Johnson Aisha." Mrs Johnson Aisha. Ofcourse I've heard of her. She was the wife of one of the country's top billionaire. The mysterious thing about her was that no one ever knew what she looks like. It was said she hated publicity but that wasn't my concern now.

I looked at her and wished I could tell her the truth about her sister, but when I remembered everything she had put her through back in Stormfield, I held myself back. “She’s not available right now, Aisha. I wish I could help you, but there’s nothing I can do.” She got up and knelt before me, crying. “My husband is in the waiting room, dying,” she sobbed. “Please call her and tell her to come and save my husband. He can’t die on me.”

Aisha mumbled. “Hi, so this is him huh?” “Yeah, this is logan.” “Her husband.” I stretched out my free hand towards him. He growled at it. I made sure he could see me rolling my eyes. I pulled the chair next to Aisha out for Avery, then I sat on the one next to Ethan. He scowled. “I’ve been trying to call you, Avery. Aisha here pointed out that perhaps your husband has been screening and deleting my calls.”

On the shore, my in-laws were also calling for help as they urged me to get out of the water. However, their expressions were calm—far too calm. That was when it all clicked—I had been so foolish in my past life! They weren't worried about my safety. They just didn't want me to ruin Dylan's fake death plan. They knew everything! I had been so proud of myself for saving my husband's life, only to have that scumbag run off with his first love to start a new life abroad. A few brave bystanders soon pulled Dylan out of the water.

I actually forgot the tv drama will be aired that Dohyung actually cast in that time. And she picked up her phone cause it was ringing. It's probably her husband on the line. I am observant of other people's expressions and I wonder why her face immediately went expressionless but with a hint of annoyance when she was talking on the phone. She was always smiling when talking to me earlier. Probably it's been a while since she have a good time so I shrug it off. She ended the call. "Your husband?" I ask and she nodded. "He said we probably stayed too long. Haa. It's so hard when you actually got married now..."

were speechless the duo wanted to know who the husband is but guess Hajiya is not ready to say the name because she referred to AA and Ibrahim as Son so they don't know which is which. Tehzeeb cried to her heart content before she stand up to walk away without saying anything. She was almost at the door step when Hajiya speaks which halted her movement "you don't want to know who your husband is because you did not asked?" Hajiya asked but Tehzeeb didn't answer nor moved an inch "guess that's a yes, since you're still standing. Ashafa Alkali Ladan is your Husband, AA is your husband" with that being said Tehzeeb walk out, leaving Hadiza and Ibrahim shocked they never saw that coming. Ibrahi

I turned to the officiant, shaking the thought out of my head. "I do," I nodded. "And do you, Vito Giovanni Armani take Gia Azzurra Rizzo to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Vito turned to me and stared deep into my eyes. I was the first to look away. "I do," he echoed. "By the power invested in me by the Roman Catholic Church, I pronounce you man and wife," the officiant smiled. "You may kiss the bride."

BLURB "Get rid of it." Six years later, those three words still echo in Valentina's chest every time she looks at her daughter's face. Mateo Castillo never wanted a child with the wife he never chose. So she buried the truth, built an empire in secret, and learned to survive on nothing but her own strength. Then he walks in carrying another woman's blood on his shirt, and asks Valentina to fix what he broke. "Who were you talking to?" he demands, eyes narrowed on the laptop she just slammed shut. "Nobody," she lies, hiding five years of secrets in one word. She wants out. He wants thirty days to make his affair look respectable first. She agrees, because she has nothing left to fight f