Romans & histoires Claimed By Her Husband And His Bestfriends

she added as she tried to get closer to Maximus again, but I quickly blocked her. "No matter how much he thinks of you, I don't care," I boldly told her. "For now, he's just a fantasy for you because he's my husband now and I don't like sharing what's mine," I added, possessively. "What!" she exclaimed. As long as Maximus is my husband, I will not allow another woman to be near him. I'm not stupid enough to be a martyr. I have self-respect, so mistresses won't work on me!

“I was never with anyone else! I love you so much, you know that! She’s just making up these awful stories because she knows how much I mean to you. She wants to ruin us, Damon! She wants to drag my name down into the dirt so she doesn't have to look like the only cheap, classless girl on this campus! Please don’t believe her... please!” She wept openly now, her shoulders shaking violently as she put on the performance of a lifetime, looking like a tragic, slandered saint. Damon looked at her pale, tear-stained face, and any slight doubt he had instantly vanished. His expression hardened into something truly monstrous as he looked back at me. He didn't see his best friend of three years anym

"Retired king, happily married to a bookshop owner, apparently still considered close enough family to warrant a formal invitation." Wren found us there, more relaxed than I'd seen her in months, genuine joy plain across her weathered, familiar features. "My son's getting married," she said, something disbelieving and delighted in her voice. "I keep forgetting that's actually real and not simply something I'm imagining." "It's real," I confirmed, laughing. "Very real, and apparently requiring far more planning than any wedding this family's attempted yet." Elira herself arrived midway through the afternoon, a thick stack of correspondence under one arm, looking, despite the silver now fully

"Yes, that's right. I just want to show off my husband. No one's husband is as good-looking as mine. Even if there was, they would definitely not be as rich as you are!" In short, her husband was the best of the best!

Valjerome said stiffly and finally wrapped his hand around my waist. The guy, Chaos, chuckled and then licked his lower lip. "You are so possessive. What is your relationship with her?" there was the sarcastic tone to his question. I was stunned and bit my lower lip. Nothing yet was happening but it already made me feel frustrated. I have been his secret wife since then, of course he would not tell it. "I am her bestfriend," Valjerome answered. My mouth literally opened and blinked a few times before I looked at him.

He was the one she had called for. She had screamed at me to get my hands away from her, but she’d fought so hard to get me away from her, and somehow she was fine with Cassiel. Are they really just friends? My throat tightened, fury and grief tangling in my gut like wires. She wasn’t his wife. She was mine—wasn’t she? Well, not for long, but as of right now, she’s still my wife. It’s wrong for her to be coupled up in bed with another man.

Her eyes were friendly and kind even with all the stress I've been putting her through since we started our lesson. According to her, we were friends and honestly I believed her immediately because I could vibe with her the moment I saw her. I also learnt she was married to my husband's best friend. News flash! My husband has a best friend. I couldn't fathom how a man like him could have one with his brooding personality but I figured his best friend must be like him. "Usually, when we attend events like this, you usually avoid talking to anyone except Damien and I. So, you might want to keep that font" She was saying after we went through our first introduction class.

The more she tries, the more it pops up. She was never once seen together with her husband again, before OR after the wedding. Everytime she makes her way to the news with a new movie, another ad, or anything like that, it was almost certain that her husband would make it, too. Except it has always been pink news for him, travling here and there with different women by his side. Some say he hated her, some say that he has a secret mistress hidden somewhere, and others just shrug and say that’s just how billionaires are.

she went on, “and soon, his wife died. That made things easier for them to be together.” She paused, took a drag from her cigar, smoke curling lazily from her lips. “But…” “But what?” I pressed, my heartbeat quickening. Dread started crawling under my skin. “Well,” she said, leaning back with a sly smirk, “her husband found out his best friend was having an affair with his wife.” I scoffed, disbelieved. “So you slept with both friends? Guess you’ve been the one who always had eyes for big things, weren’t you?”

"O, no I can not expect that of you." "O, nonsense. What is the use of having a queen for a best friend, if you cannot use her power." I winked at her. She pulled me in for a hug and I couldn't help but laugh. This is truly the best day of my life. Not only do I have the love of my life as my husband, but I also have my best friend back in my life.