Are Mika And Joe Having Marital Problems Novels & Stories

I was about to take my leave then he called me back. “Oh no wait!” I turned expecting his cooperation. “Brian has been having a minor conflict with Joe anyway. They were never on good terms and simply ignored each other.” “Why?” “Joe’s sister married Brian’s brother who is a drunk and a wife-beater.” My lips curved in a calculative grin. “Impressive. Everything is adding up. Have you made up your mind now?” “Yeah, I have. Anything to get out of here.” “Now you just need to relax. I will discuss things with Miles.” I was used to calling him by name now.

Mickey's POV “... Are you certain?” I asked, my heart slamming against my chest in quick succession. “Yes, Mickey, you’re pregnant, four months to be precise.” Doctor Lohan said, passing the test result to me. “Oh, goodness, thank you so much!” With my hands over my mouth, I squirmed on my seat, shifting from one edge to the other in excitement. It had been five years since I got married to Kendrick, yet, there was no seed to show for it. To make matters worse, our marriage was loveless and was already hitting the rocks.

"Mary, what is going on here? Why are they accusing you of being an impostor? Wasn't it always decided that you and Cain would marry? Didn't we come here to prepare for your wedding?" I raised a finger to my lips and hushed her. The truth was, I had returned to Oberis City ahead of my parents to get a head start on the wedding preparations. They were tied up with work and couldn't accompany me, so I thought I'd take care of the arrangements myself—after all, weddings are no small feat.

"Y-You're Maverick, the younger son of the Spencer family, who's always abroad? What about your sister? Where did the real Madeline go?" I remained calm under their questioning. Slowly but deliberately, I pulled back my ID and even removed the delicate, long wig I had been wearing, revealing my naturally short hair. "Who I am isn't important. What's important is that I was the one who gave you a ride home two weeks ago. Now that you know I'm a man, tell me…" I dragged out my line, letting my words hang in the air. "Did the storm that night stop you from telling whether you slept with a man or a woman? And as for my promise to marry you… Last I checked, you're as straight as a pole, right?"

"I wasn't in the mood. I own the night, Santiago. Check the police reports." "You were in the mood for something else." His gaze dropped to my mouth. Heat flooded my gut. I remembered that night. The tension that had been building since we left Miami finally snapped in Milan. We had been tearing each other apart every night since. Even after his mother cleared out, I stayed in his bed. We didn't talk about it. Talking meant giving it a name. Making it a liability. And in this world, love was a death sentence. It was just skin on skin. Nothing else.

"You're married?" Lionel swallowed hard and tried to explain, "Lindsay, I—" "You lied to me?" Lindsay stood up, her voice trembling. "You said you lived alone and had never been married. You also said that you loved me and wanted to build something real with me. Lionel, which part of any of that was true?" I looked up at the ranking hovering above Lionel's head. Lindsay was still in first place, while Mom and I were in second and third, respectively. How ridiculous.

The trees crowded close to the asphalt, blocking out the moonlight. "You’re very quiet tonight, Dara," Joe said suddenly, not looking away from the winding road ahead. "Just stressed about the wedding planning," I lied smoothly, staring out the pitch black side window. I kept glancing subtly at the side mirror, watching for the bright headlights of Rafael’s black pickup truck. But there was nothing behind us except total darkness and the empty mountain road. "Right. The wedding," Joe sneered, a rare tone of pure malice creeping into his voice. "You know, I’ve been thinking about our relationship a lot lately. Ten years is a long time, Dara. People change."

He said, his face straight and his tone becoming serious all of a sudden. Casper was a hell of a rollercoaster ride. " What's that?." I asked him feeling worry creep into my guts. “Robert is grown now and you're grown too, there has got to be sexual attraction between the both of you..." Casper started saying but I cut him off with an embarrassed laugh. “No." I said trying to make him not to go there but he shook his head defiantly. “Both of you can't stay together alone... Emmaline I'm serious, no jokes. There is no was any of that is happening, not under my watch..." He said, I felt that he wouldn't leave me if I did not agree with him.

“It’s just... not something I think about.” Mia squeezed my hand, a smirk slowly creeping back onto her lips. “Look, I know I shouldn't be saying this, but you two are officially married now. Live-in husband and wife. Do you really think it’s going to be impossible not to have sexual tension under the same roof?” “Mia, no!" I immediately denied it, shaking my head so fast my hair whipped around my shoulders. “There is zero tension like that."

She sat beside Joe and held his hand while retorting with a smile. Joe was already uncomfortable with the way she approached him. He was only trying to do what Peter would have done. By the time all this was over, he would go to mongol with Brian and get this dirty body off him. This was the thought that made Joe smiled. He was sighted by Drake, and this brought their plans to assurance. “Michael and I, have finalized that we will be continuing with your abandoned marriage preparations” Drake exposed. “Marriage preparations?” Joe voiced out the question.