Ali Carr Husband Novels & Stories

Her curls bounce as she chews cereal, eyes half-amused, half-concerned. “You’re seriously not going?” she asks, spoon waving in the air. “I don’t know,” I mutter, tightening the strap of my heel. I am getting ready, but denial is easier. “He’s a married man, Carrie. Married. And not just to anyone, to Amy freaking Stone. The Oscar-winning actress. If someone takes a picture…” Carrie snorts. “He’s Carter Ford. Nobody’s taking a picture. Trust me, men like that live above the rules.”

Before Celena could respond, Caroline pulled her boyfriend over and said, smiling shyly, though the condescension was evident in her eyes, "My husband is so much better than him! He bought this million-dollar car for me just because I said I liked it!" Then, she wrapped her arms around the man and pressed a kiss to his lips. Her husband, Tommy Pearson, had not managed to tear his eyes from Celena from the very first moment they met. His expression was one of awe, as though he had just laid eyes on the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

“She gets protective when it comes to Hailey. They’re very close.” “It’s totally fine.” But it really wasn’t fine. Then he stretched out his hand. “I’m Liam. Carmen’s husband.” I looked at him for a while before taking his hand in a handshake. “Arranged marriage?” He grimaced as if I’d suggested something disgusting. “Hell no. Mates forever. I’d die without her.” I almost smiled at that. Almost. “Lucky man.” We broke away from the handshake, and I looked back at the entrance.

She closed her eyes as if letting the past come back to control her—bringing her to a painful time for her to remember. “Because… John and I only have one child,” she answered bitterly. Claire looked up, she looked at Josephine without asking anything, but she was sure that Josephine could read all the questions in her head. One child… What does that mean? “John,” Josephine took a deep breath, “John and I were married when he was still living in Italy. His father's company is in the United States, but it's just a cover-up to hide the truth about their dark business.”

Why have you gathered everyone here? Shaun, "Aunty, there is an order from BRO, some announcement has to be made." While speaking this, Shaun was looking at Bella. Just then Henry arrives. Bella looked at Henry, "It's Henry." Henry with a blank face, "Madam and Boss will be married in the next two days." Everyone gets shocked after hearing this. David, "Marriage so soon?" Morina, " Yes, so much preparation has to be done, how will it be done in two days ? "

His eyes drifted to my belly. "You need to take responsibility for this, Adam," I said, looking him in the eye. "You have to marry me." His lips parted. For a second, I got distracted with his red lips. Damn. I knew how good those lips were. "You're insane, Claire. How could you think of marriage when we don't even know each other?" I just arched my brow. "But you got me pregnant. You need to take responsibility for this." He let out another curse, then tilted his head upward. He looked at the night sky for a few minutes. I saw how his Adam's apple moved. "Fine. I'll father your child," he said, meeting my eyes. "But I won't marry you."

Billionaire's surrogate stripper Ariel's pov Adrian Cuban. That's the name of my husband. The father of my adorable kids. I can't lose this fight. Eunice made sure I'll be thrown out. I was expecting to get thrown out myself. Who can save me? Nothing I'll say that can exonerate my neck from the sharp teeth of an axe.

"So? Can any of us be sure that Mr. Ravelle actually likes his son-in-law? A while back, Carter was seen getting cozy with another woman with the surname Thayer. They were seen together all the time. Plenty of people know about it." Meanwhile, Liam flipped through the photos and an abortion record from the hospital. Carter saw his expression visibly darken.

I caressed my nape awkwardly. “Can I ask a question?” he asked. “Yes! Sure! What is it?” I said abruptly so the awkward atmosphere would go away. “Who was the man you were with yesterday?” I knew it was coming. He really saw me yesterday with Karlo. I sighed and played with my fingers. “Karlo Rodriguez. He’s my husband,” I answered in a small voice. His eyes widened and blinked repeatedly. “Whoa, you’re married?” he exclaimed in surprise. “Don’t act surprised now. The least I expected from you is not knowing that I am married. You didn’t even read the news, magazines, or even visit the Philippines to know?”