Novel & Cerita Claimed By Her Husband And His Bestfriends

“What the hell are you talking about?” She didn’t flinch. “Leon lands by morning tomorrow” she said. “Your best friend. My husband. Whatever we’ve been doing, It has to end.” I just looked at her, then smiled slowly. “So?” She blinked twice, like I’d spoken a language that she didn’t know. “So we stop this,” she said again, slower like I was dumb. “You’re his best friend, Julian. I’m his wife. This was always insane. It has always been from day one.”

The sound of two old friends, easy with each other. I did not know what game my husband was playing. But I was tired of being a pawn. I dropped the towel. I picked up the red dress. I put it on. And I walked downstairs.

And ending this slimy fucker in the ground will do just that. I tilt my head, watching Isaac closely. "What I don't get is—why do all this? Why not just let her move on with her life? You obviously never loved her. You could've let her go." "She's my wife. She'll always belong to me," he spits. He says it like it makes sense. It doesn't. "That's not what I heard. She belongs to King, Niko, and Mason now." His face twists with fury. "What?"

Her smile was pure while she waved at me continuously. "My best friend." I softly whispered to myself and engraved it into my brain. Yes, that's what I heard from her two seconds ago. She claimed me to be her best friend instead of a lover. But why? Not that it wasn't entirely true, but her claim made me wonder why would she label me like that. She ran away from his supposed-to-be husband to be with me. Best friend? "Dylan, come quick! Take a look at this!" she continued.

I said gently, climbing onto the mattress and wrapping my arms around her from behind. ‎"You're an official corporate partner with the Sterling Group now. Congratulations, Maya," Christie said softly, her voice low and drained. ‎"I really wish you were coming to the gala with us tonight," I replied, resting my chin on her shoulder. ‎"I'll be fine," Christie forced a small smile, turning to look at me. "Just go have fun. You know dad doesn't like to be kept waiting." ‎"Okay... call me if you need anything," I said, kissing her forehead before heading to my room to finish getting ready.

I kept scrubbing. "Why cheat on your husband with his best friends?" All the blood drained from my face. I set the plate down carefully and turned to face her. "Excuse you?" Her expression was ice. "The videos are out there. You, shamelessly sleeping with your husband's best friend on a trip he made for his birthday. When you were still married." She stepped closer. What video was she referring to? "Now you're divorced and whoring yourself here, fooling yourself into thinking you're part of a family that will never be yours." My hand moved on instinct.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

He insisted on giving me a portion of his assets as compensation, but I refused. Before leaving, he suddenly said, "I'm sorry, Victoria. Whether you believe it or not, I truly loved you. Even if I only realized it now, please trust me." I smiled faintly and turned to leave. Later, Ethan didn't let go as effortlessly as he claimed. Instead, he began pursuing me again. He said that since I married him as a stand-in for my best friend, the failure of our marriage was understandable.

"Here I am." She turned to call over the old cheer squad crowd. "Look who it is!" But they were too busy fawning over Selena to hear her. "Selena, how powerful is your husband, really? Is it true all the casinos in the state belong to him?" "Look at those vintage cars — you don't just get your hands on things like that." Casey jumped in loud: "He's a Moretti Don. A single move and you're talking nine figures. None of us are supposed to know the details."

I asked. "There are top investors coming from China by the weekend. I told them I am happily married but we both know it's a lie." He said and paused to gaze into my eyes. "I want you to be my wife for the time being. You don't need to do anything special. I show you off to them and that's the end of the deal." Collins' offer was attractive but at the same time it was unpredictable. I didn't want a situation where I had to take the deal further than it already is.