Darla Miles Husband Novels & Stories

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.”

I finally broke, yet an unwavering gaze stared back at me. “I know Fiona; it's not a big deal,” Darla responded. She headed towards the door, not wavering an eyelash at my words. Did she know already? And wasn't pissed at it? It was impossible; there was no way she felt calm, but she was bothered Marcellus was still her husband, and maybe she had gotten used to it; after all, there were other mistresses, but she had only one emotion: it was too good to be true. “Fiona, about Alpha Raphael,“ she broke out, turning to face me.

I walked over and took the seat opposite her. The air in the room felt heavier now. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “Dora, I came to discuss with you how things are going lately. The company... it’s falling apart because of betrayal,” I said slowly, watching her face carefully. “And I’m very concerned about knowing who James insider is. Who the person is that’s been feeding him information... being the enemy to my wife business.” Dora exhaled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “I don’t know, Mr. Miles. Truly. I’ve been watching everyone closely. I haven’t seen anything strange."

In my ear, he whispers, “Soon, you’ll be my wife.” We don’t quite make it to January, before we are married in a quiet, private ceremony with only our closest family and friends. Cynthia is there, as well as my parents and my daughters, and even Thea. Hugo and Kim also attend. Miles’s parents are there and a few more of his family. After the wedding, Miles’s father hugs me tightly and tells me, “Thank you for saving my son.” “He’s the one who saved me,” I say. “That’s not true,” says Miles, close enough to overhear. “You saved yourself. I just happened to be there.”

Vanessa said, as she revealed the name my face dropped. Miles? Miles?? Miles, as in Brianna's ex-husband? This has to be a joke or a misunderstanding. Who knows, there are really so many Miles out there that there is a high chance he might not be the one. No need to overthink it. Scarlett, there's no way your sister got together with your best friend's ex-husband.

Drake asked. “You never told me that an Elon was involved,” Sharon said. “Don’t worry. I looked him up. He was only a delivery man a week ago and now owns the delivery company he used to work for. He has no ties to the Capital’s Elon family, except being Sylvia Elon’s cousin and the CEO of Elon Trust. From my understanding, he’s married to Claire Dalton, and it’s only a contract marriage. They wouldn’t have had him stay in such an arrangement if he were essential to the Elon Family of the Capital.” Drake said. “I will teach him a lesson soon for kissing my wife.”

Something reliable. I got up, washed, and dressed. A light loose wear that would enable me to get around freely, I did not want any aggro today. I came down, going through by the living room, when I saw that the television was on. The TV was on, with blinding headlines about me. I felt my gut drop. I went in a little more and read: "It's been confirmed that Darla had an affair with Jace, according to a co-cast member during the Sinclair Project dinner."

“I can come back.” Hallie didn’t move out of the doorway. “You’re already here.” Miles was older than the boy Drew would have hired. Late thirties. Forearms. A name patch that said MILES. He had been in her kitchen last winter too, under the sink, and Hallie had stared at the line of his back longer than a married woman should. He noticed her staring now. The air between them went thin. “Your husband’s flight get off okay?” Miles asked.

"For what?" "For showing me the truth about my wife." He extended his hand. “I'm sorry for what Gloria put your family through." I shook his hand, surprised by the genuine remorse on his face. "I'll be filing for divorce," Miles continued. “I'll need all that evidence.” "I'll help in any way I can.” He moved toward the door, then paused, turning back. "One more thing. You should watch out for Gloria's brother." “She has a brother?” "Oh yes, she does. Gabriel's a crazy bastard," Miles said bluntly. "And he is completely devoted to his sister. If he thinks you're the reason she's in prison, he'll come after you.”

Darla was almost crying in desperation. "Spill it!" Melissa smiled and sat down. "It was all Tess's idea. She was married to Rick, who's friends with Patrick." Darla finally spoke.