Dylan Larkin Wife Novels & Stories

she is quiet surprised, but his son is not saying a thing. Dylan keeps on chewing his bottom lip as her mother sits down in front of them. The silence is hunting them down… an awkward moment for the three of them inside the little house. “You are the husband of my son?” she added. Luke nods with a gentle smile then his hand goes to the cold hand of his little life. “Yes.” Veronica would likely to faint when Dylan didn’t say that his husband is in her age and have a godly figure! “We are in the same age? I am in thirty-seven,” she mentions then Luke chuckles.

That man lit a match in me without even trying. But before I could disappear into the crowd, a hand clamped around my wrist. Tight. Too tight. I yanked my hand back immediately and turned, eyes scanning the party, praying no one saw us. The last thing I needed was people thinking I was the one causing a scene. Never again. “You think you’re hot shit now, don’t you, Kira?” Dylan sneered. “Because you’re married to Adrian?” I didn’t flinch. “That’s fucking hilarious,” he continued, stepping closer. “You lecturing me about loyalty… has your precious husband told you how often he visits strip clubs? Private sessions and all that? Doesn’t exactly scream ‘devoted husband,’ does it?”

Her eyes found Lily's, and she smiled even wider, "and who is the beauty latched onto your arms?" He immediately pulled Lily closer, "My wife, Mrs Darby. We came out for a little vacation." Mrs Darby's eyes immediately lit up in excitement, she knew Asher was married and for years she's been dying to meet his wife but he kept her away from the public eye, "is that so? what's your name beautiful one?" Lily's smile widened, and stretched out her hand, "Lily, Mrs Darby"

In fact, it happened the next day—Dylan was in the middle of a board meeting when Lily barged in, bellowing, "Dylan Sullivan! How dare you take up mistresses! How could you do this to me?!" Dylan's face turned ashen. "Get her out of here!" His secretary rushed up to drag Lily outside, but she yelled maniacally, "It doesn't matter how many women you hook up with! You're impotent! You have necrospermia—I took a sample!" I was watching from a livestream as the entire meeting room turned silent, and laughed gleefully. On the other hand, Dylan was absolutely furious, pointing at Lily as he bellowed, "Get out! You're not my wife yet! You don't get to talk to me like that!"

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

"I'm here to announce two things. First—My client has officially severed all ties with the Lynch family. From this moment on, she has no connection to them whatsoever." The room blew up. Severed all ties? That was it—confirmation. Lucia, the real daughter, was done. Cutting them off for choosing the fake. Michael and Joanne went pale. Hayson didn't pause. "Second— My client has initiated legal proceedings to divorce Mr. Jared Dawson."

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

Dylan said with furrowed brow. “Then get lost.” Leonard said in a tone that was heard between them. “Nah, looking at those two, I don’t think that would be possible.” Dylan pointed at Jane and Lucy, who were still standing not far away from them. “Hmm,” Dylan sigh. “I don’t know what women always gossip about whenever they see each other. Didn’t they know that we are here? What are they discussing for goodness sake.” Dylan complained to Leonard, who was also puzzled about what the hell his wife was discussing about.

Clark was indignant as Damon scolded him, his hands clenched at his sides. Anger flashed in his eyes. "Uncle Damon, Nyla is my wife. How I handle things is none of your business!" he snapped. Damon sneered. "At least Tom knew to protect Jacqueline. You, on the other hand, are both unfaithful and cowardly. I don't know how the Sumners ended up with someone as useless as you." Clark gritted his teeth and said coldly, "At least I'm not coveting someone else's wife."

When he walked into the ballroom, his buddies approached. Dylan clutched his arm and looked into his eyes. "You okay, man?" Taren smiled, nodding his head. "I'm fine. Never better." "That's what I like to hear! Now, let's get you a drink." Carrie, Dylan's wife, looked wonderful with her blonde hair done up and off to the side, wearing a vintage pink evening gown, with a fabulous figure, despite the fact that she had given birth to three kids. "Hello, Taren. It's good to see you again."