Darla Miles Husband Novels & Stories

Miles patted Ryan’s back and said, “My son. My precious son. I’m sorry for being a horrible father. I hate that it took you to be sick for me to realise this. But I promise to be a better father to you and Diane from now on.” “I missed you, Dad,” Ryan uttered, his sobs becoming audible. Lora who was watching couldn’t help but cry with them. It was an emotional scene. Miles glanced at Diane and stretched his hand toward her, saying, “Come, my princess.” Diane rushed forward and joined the hug. They stayed like that for a while, crying and comforting each other. On the side, Lora and Charles shared a look before smiling slightly. Charles especially was proud of his son, Miles Kingsley, for fin

"Marilyn, didn't you say this guy lives abroad? I thought he was just an ordinary working man, but today–" She recounted everything that had happened. Marilyn was momentarily surprised but quickly understood. "Well, since you're already there, just go with it. Your fiance is rich. That just means you'll have a better life, right? Kara, seeing you find a good husband makes me relieved." "But–" "Alright, alright, just know this. Mr. Miles is absolutely someone you can entrust your life to. I heard that his family has a tradition. Once they choose someone, divorce is never an option. So from now on, just live your life well with Mr. Miles!"

"Miles, how did you ever land an executive position with that brain? Were you just born lucky and used up all your smarts before you could even use them?" "You!" Miles snarled and lunged at Zeke. I suddenly stepped in front of Zeke, my arm outstretched in a protective stance. Miles' gaze snapped to me. "Aria, do you even remember that you're my wife?" I froze, forcing back the tears burning in my eyes. "I was no longer your wife after our wedding night. What? Don't you even remember what you did to me?" He lifted his hand. "So what if I did? Your family—"

To him, Damon dies not have any respect for people he's going to work with, so there's no use pushing the contract forward. The meeting came to an end and Damon excused himself and left. Hills was about to go look for Regina but something else caught his attention. He noticed that a couple is about to throw blows at each other.. They were quarrelling and yelling at each other. Looking closely, he realized that it's Martina Shepard and her husband, Miles. Hills could have turned away and mind his business but the two look like they were in a fierce battle. He could also see the angry look on Miles face.. If there weren't in public, he's sure Hills would have pounced on her already.

"A-Lister Darren Miles Lied About His Marriage!" "Top-Tier Actor Darren Miles Marries Side Chick." "Eunice Gray is a Homewrecking Mistress!" "Eunice Gray Cursed and Swore on Live Stream." … Right after that, I posted on my official account and said, "Mr. Darren Miles, I know that we had a falling out in our relationship, but we haven't finished the divorce procedures, so please respect the law and obey it!" I made sure to post a photo of our marriage license along with the words.

Miles looked to his wife for permission, and she nodded. “As long as I don’t invite Aaliyah tonight. She’ll laugh in my face if we share the news of my pregnancy.” “Of course I wouldn’t want Aaliyah to make a scene. Speaking of Aaliyah, she claims to be pregnant.” “Claims? Man, when was the last time you two had sex?” “Three to four months ago. She drugged me.” “I’m sorry…. your wife drugged you?” Miles mocked, and I rolled my eyes.

His dark hair, sharp jaw and familiar crooked smile… this dosen’t look like the guy she introduced earlier. That sheepish expression he always made when cameras were pointed at him. My stomach dropped violently as my heart began pounding harder. “No. No fucking way.” My fingers tightened around my phone until the edges dug into my skin. The man standing at the altar…The man holding Elysia’s waist was Daelan, my husband. The same husband who had supposedly flown across the world for a “business trip.” My lungs forgot how to breathe but the music continued playing and people cheered.

I bought it so I could rest peacefully and ensure that Miles received treatment from the best doctor. I heard from Doctor James that he would be staying in this city for perhaps two years for his research. I’m relieved, choosing to ignore the other things that try to bring me down. Two weeks ago, I read the news about Dylan. He met the man who is father to both of us. My anxiety at that time was overwhelming, fearing it would make him do something reckless. Over time, things got better. But Ellen and Paul still haven’t contacted me. I mean, they haven’t asked me about anything at all.

"Just checking on my dear sister. You know, the one who could not be bothered to come to the cemetery." I take another sip of my drink. "I am sure you handled the grieving daughter role well enough for both of us." "Jealousy does not suit you, Rhea." She steps closer, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "Even after I left Miles for nearly two years, you still could not make him look at you. Not the way he looks at me." My grip tightens on my glass. "He is my husband." "And?" Her smile widens, cruel and confident. "A piece of paper does not change where his heart lies. You have had him all to yourself for years, and he still comes running the moment I call."

Darla asked softly, stepping forward. “I’m sorry, I just…” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I’ve been quite messed up in the head since I woke up at the hospital. Who are you two, if you’re not offended by the question?” I didn’t know how to answer her question or even how to speak, so I let Darla do the work for me as I watched her look at us with wariness and a little distrust. “I’m Darla, his sister,” Darla introduced, pointing at me. “He is Damien, your husband.”