Brining The Nations Husband Home Novels & Stories

I was alone at home. My wife, Queenie Sullivan, had said she had to attend a business function. It was already very late into the night, yet she still hadn't returned. Clutching my stomach, I fought through the pain as I dragged myself to prepare some ginger tea for her. Queenie returned home drunk. She looked upset, as if something were weighing heavily on her. I offered her the ginger tea, but for some reason, she reacted with sudden irritation. She slapped my hand away, sending the cup of ginger tea crashing to the floor. Then, with a cold expression, she kicked me right in the stomach.

“I received a letter of marriage approval from the family long before your daughter arrived here. And on the day of her arrival, our marriage had already been legalized by the kingdom.” Ashton clenched his fists on his thighs, his eyes narrowing sharply. “Approval? From whom?” “From Baron Robert Galina,” Hugh answered without hesitation. Ashton fell silent for a moment. His breathing grew heavier, and his jaw tightened. Then, in a deeper voice filled with restrained emotion, he said, “So... you married my daughter based on approval from a man who didn’t even have the right to give it?” Alwyn, standing at Hugh’s side, could feel the pressure in the room steadily rising.

He can feel his pulse throbbing in his temples. “How could you do this?” he says. “You let that man brainwash you. You think he’s any better than me? His first wife left him, Julie. That’s a pretty damn telling sign, don’t you think? What are you going to do when it gets rough? Run to another man?”

Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire. I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about. That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don. It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency. Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network.

A surge of anger rose in Preston’s heart, and he said, “Listen carefully, Brooklyn. You will never have my heart. You are nothing but my nominal wife. Please ensure that our marriage remains a secret. Should you disclose our marital status to your so-called important people, you will face consequences.” Brooklyn felt that her heart had been squeezed by invisible hands. The pain was so intense that she couldn’t breathe. Brooklyn swiftly regained her composure before meeting her husband’s gaze. She looked at her husband with eyes that were calm but devoid of any warmth and replied, “I understand, Mr James.” A glint of satisfaction flashed in Preston’s eyes when he saw that his nominal wife was

That lady had anything but a sense of humor. The bridle path ran exactly as the deed said it would — service road, then trees, thirty years of nobody, branches grown low enough that I rode the first kilometer bent over the mare's neck. Through the leaves the Haverton came up in pieces. White chairs. The drone hanging over the lawn like a patient insect. Three hundred guests and a string quartet playing something that had been played at my own wedding, ten years and one ocean ago.

II- ME AND MY LITTLE WIFE IN AMERICA Bringing his wife abroad for treatment was the second of Master Javen's goal, marrying Jade was the first one. The master plan of going abroad was for Jade's treatment and honeymoon. He wanted to pamper his wife by giving her what she had never had before, with her mother-in-law.

he pleaded, but the more he spoke, the more troubled he became. “Braston,” murmured Nate, taking the baby and holding Braston by the shoulder, looking at him apprehensively. “Molly is supposedly in the early stages of pregnancy,” he whispered to him, leaving Braston speechless. “Okay... I’ll get home as fast as I can,” Braston said, still distracted, though pleased with the news. Nate and Mustafa, accompanied by other men, went to the parking lot and finally headed to Braston’s house. Meanwhile, Kenia’s husband, who had been waiting for her leaning on the car, noticed the movement and the number of men and went up to meet his wife.

I'm okay here. "Necesitas irte a casa. Tu esposo estará aquí pronto." You need to go home. Your husband will be here soon. I became nervous after hearing what the henchman said. I cannot allow my husband to see me outside, especially when I am conversing with a man. And I didn't want to cause harm to Bryle. I don’t care why he is here on the island anymore. The important thing now is to get away from Bryle before my husband catches him. I hardened my expression and turned to face Bryle again, who gave me a thoughtful look.

“Correction. Briana was not my ex-wife. She was my wife. We were never divorced.” I always believe that using surprise attacks to eliminate potential enemies is better than playing dumb or working stealthily. Now, he looked confused, which made me smile secretly in glee. His head turned to Briana for confirmation. “I don’t think you have met him before Jimmy, but he’s right. Noah Hunter is my husband.” Jimmy Ferguson shook his head to mask his shock. Then, he smiled deprecatingly. “This is unexpected. The people of Redwood knew you were divorced. How come you weren’t.” Jimmy’s forehead creased.