Novel & Cerita Corpse Husband Real Name

I suppressed a sneer and pretended to be concerned as I asked the doctor, "My husband is in the late stages of liver cancer. Could this incident have worsened his condition? Should we make him go through a more thorough examination?" Upon hearing this, my in-laws grew frantic and quickly tried to stop me. I saw right through them. The "cancer" was just another excuse for Dylan to fake his death. I had been so naive in my past life, happily sharing the news of my billion-dollar lottery win with Dylan. I had walked myself right into a trap. As soon as Dylan was wheeled into a room, a female doctor, different from the one in the emergency room, arrived. She went straight to Dylan's bedside and

He asked me. "No, my husband is not a coward. He is Roman Atono, the leader of Russia mafia along with my dad. I insisted that I come in first since I am part of the deal." I told him who my husband is. "I love the way you hyped him. I hope he worths it." He said. "He worths more than it. But this isn't a moment of personal discussion." I shrugged my shoulders. "Fine, let him in." He commanded.

She had ruined my marriage, stolen my husband, and I wasn’t going to give her any more. “Well, my husband owns this company.”I placed my arms on my waist as I rolled my eyes at her. By then, some other workers had gathered, laughing at what I said. Elizabeth came up to me laughing heavily, “You mean you are the wife of Mr Steve Greyson, since when was Mr Greyson married?” “My husband is Charles Webber, the Chief Director of this company. He has never mentioned Mr Greyson getting married. How dare you claim to be his wife?” the other friend said as she scoffed.

Aunt looked at me with a sad smile and I smiled back at her faintly. “He is scary. Who is he? He was looking at you when we were talking” Petros whispered to me. I cleared my throat “He is Zanvil Adam's, my husband” I said in a small voice, telling him the truth of my life. “Oh. What? Did I hear you right? You said husband” he said with a shocked expression. “You heard it right cutie," Nina said with a pitying look. He cleared his throat “I didn't know you got married but still congratulations” he said with a half-hearted smile.

He was a body part broker or maybe a murderer and he had spilled blood of who I don't know who on my cleavage. With my father lack of knowledge I told him my husband was dead, I told him I finally saw his face and he died over the month and he believed me. He was happy, happy that he would sell me out again to one of his many business men, and here I am with one of 'em Klaus Duncan, son of a rich Texas senator, but he was gentle and I hoped our chemistry would fit when we finally get married.

he said and put his two hands on the bed, a guy in a black shirt shows up, "Boss, we confirm that Madam Marisa, get home safely," the guy said that making Harreld smile, "How about his husband?" he asked seriously, "According to a spy, inside the mansion, his husband didn't come home, since they get married," the guy said which made him irritated, "How about the spy in that bastard company?" He asks annoyed,

I couldn't read anything from him while waiting for what I'm about to say. "The man you own as your husband is my real husband. I'm the legal wife!" I firmly said. She furrowed her brows and walked towards me. "What did you say?!" she said shakily. "You heard it right? His real name was Hezekiah Leric Grant! And I am his legal wife!" Shock registered on her face, lips quivered so bad. Her knees suddenly weakened. Her eyes pooled with tears as she tried to catch her breath while holding her chest.

"According to these records, she was married. Husband deceased though." The word 'husband' sent a spike of rage through me. "What is his name?" "Antonio Miguel Castellanos." Raul scrolled through the sparse file. "But there's nothing substantial. No wedding photos, no joint tax records, no social media presence together. Just a death certificate dated five years ago." "So she supposedly loses a husband and then what? Appears as a vineyard CEO a year later?" I slammed my palm on the table. "Bullshit."

"Let's talk and come to an agreement...you cannot destroy the hopes of this country...even your mother sacrificed herself for the crown, do you want to make everything she did in vain?" "Prince Salvatore, how good that you are here, I don't know if you don't know what is happening or if you are a participant in this plot against my legitimate wife," my husband spoke firmly, so that everyone murmured with a surprised expression. "You are mistaken, Mr. Goldman, I am the lawful husband of Princess Lynda Skarosky. The whole country witnessed our marriage a few days ago. What are you trying to do with this lie?" the man said, looking at him with contempt. "You were married, to Lynnet Johnson, a w

Yet, I could not sleep all night as I waited for him to come home safe and victorious. However, I received news that Damiano had perished in an explosion while trying to save one of his subordinates. I suppressed the sorrow I felt and sent men on a search for him. Later, I ended up receiving an email from an unknown sender. It came with a pregnancy report and a photo of Damiano gently caressing Wendy Cara’s belly. It turned out that he had only faked his death. He had abandoned me the night before our wedding to accompany another woman. My heart was completely shattered. It hurt so much that it felt as if a knife had cut through me.