Billy Bragg Wife Novels & Stories

"I know this is included in the contract but I just want to remind you. You're not allowed to secretly date anyone while you're my wife." My wife. My wife. My wife. His words kept ringing in my head. Am I really ready to be someone's wife? To be Louie Alexander del Rosario's wife? ***

“Allen, I really don’t want to do this with you anymore.” “Just hear me out, Brielle. Please,” I beg her, and wait until the tiniest nod from her gives me permission to continue. “I used to be married. Her name was Mary, and she was my entire world,” I reveal, and notice that Brielle has opened her eyes and is watching me again.

"My husband works at Mr. Grey's company, and there are rumors that Mr. Gray has another woman. Maybe Mrs. Gray is here to make herself beautiful for her husband," "Awww, that's sad. Anyway, I can't blame Mr. Gray if he finds another woman. I heard that Mr. Gray met his wife in a bar, and she blackmailed him so they got married!" Brianna raised her eyebrows because of what she heard. She looked at the two women talking. She saw them both looking at her smiling. "But even so, Mrs. Gray is still lucky, because she got to live like a queen. She can buy everything she wants, and maybe she gets a lot of money from Mr. Grey," the woman continued.

I am here with my ex-husband who doesn't trust me. I want to run away but I can't. He has blackmailed me. I can't risk my parents life to stay in my comfort zone. I roam around to search for him. I want to tell him that I want to go back. I searched everywhere. He wasn't anywhere. There were couples going into bedrooms. Crazy wife swapping business rituals for business deals. Makes me vomit. I see Arnold with a woman going into one of those bedrooms. I know well what happens inside those rooms. The woman locked the door from the inside.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

With our heads bowed amid the nonstop flashes, I got in after Brianna while Miguel got into the second vehicle that came with her, that one was for the extra security that went everywhere with her. "I don't live so far away from here." I said to her. "Oh, who's your husband again?" She asked me as she took her shades off and flipped her hair back. I imagined her doing that in slow motion just like it usually was in the movies. "He's Damien Kingston." I said after a little contemplation. She gasped in shock. "You're Mr Kingston's wife?!" She exclaimed, wide eyed. I nodded as I scratched the back of my neck nervously.

“Wake up, babe, we are gonna be filthy rich!” Lily froze and then scoffed. “So, how serious should your delusion be before I bring you to a shrink? I’m growing really tired of your sh*t.” “No, this is serious!” Blake cried hastily. “Lily, do you know who I met today in the hospital?” That caught Lily’s attention. “Yeah?” “Brendan Brighthall’s ex-wife! Charlene McKinney!” Lily was incredulous. “You what!?”

And this was just like calling him out. He cleared his throat and I knew it was coming. "Where's your wife?" I stood stunned for a few seconds, pupils dilating at his outright question. What the hell did he mean by that? "I haven't married her yet, Father." At my words, Regina looked up and our gaze held. "Billie went on a business trip." He said in a sore tone while I watched the shift in emotion on Regina's face. Then she eased off the wooden railings and proceeded to slip off the back porch, but I caught her hand as she attempted to walk past me.

A voice said. Bryan snapped out of his thoughts and he looked up to see his wife standing next to him. As usual, she was dressed elegantly and looked pretty as always but not as pretty as Alessa. ‘Why did I just do that?’ he thought. “Bryan,” she called. “Huh?” “Billionaire’s ex-wife returns after six years… “ “I heard you the first time.” he cut her off. “Good, care to explain what the hell happened?” she asked sternly.

I could almost picture him leaning back, considering his words. “Respectfully,” he said, “maybe it’s not Lena who’s bothered by my calls.” I frowned. “Maybe it’s you.” That did it. “Watch your tone,” I snapped. “You’re talking to her husband.” “And I’m talking about her well-being,” Billy replied, still calm. “Those aren’t the same thing right now.” I felt heat rise in my chest. “You don’t know anything about our marriage,” I said. “I know she cries,” Billy answered quietly. “I know she feels alone. And I know she didn’t look like a woman who felt protected the last time I saw her.”