Egypt Husband Sam Sentence Novels & Stories

Gideon Henry. Billionaire. Powerful. Drop-dead gorgeous. He's one of the most prominent business tycoons in the country. But for me, he's nothing but a devil. He's done terrible things to me. He forced me to marry him. He made my life a living hell. He's the reason I lost the two important people in my life—the man I love and our baby. But when Gideon got into an accident and lost all of his memories, I didn't expect that he would turn into a different person. He's become kind, caring… and a loving husband to me. And I woke up one day… realizing that I'm already falling in love with him…

Ethan Harper was infatuated with the widow, Grace Bowen, who lived downstairs. She made him special breakfasts and did not mind his hunched back or his loud chewing when he ate. He said, “My old hag of a wife is like an NPC. Whenever I get close to her, she just gives me chores to do. “Not like you. You’re so understanding, and you make me feel like a real person.” He envied her late husband, whom he said was luckier than he was for having married her. I decided to grant him his wish immediately. I was afraid if I waited even a moment longer, he might snap out of it.

"What do you want from me? We are divorced and you're still after me, go back to your little girlfriend” Briella yelled. Months after Briella and Hayden divorced, Hayden realises he loves Briella and wants her back. But it was too late. Briella's true love had returned and there was no going back to Hayden! She was determined to move on. Complications arises along the way and Hayden was always there for Briella, supporting her through the chaos. Would she forgive him and go back to him or continue fighting the atom of love she has left for him?

Charlotte Scott had no interest in money and fame. She married Griffith Wilson out of love. However, their marriage only lasted three years and she became a laughing stock after the divorce. The couple faced each other for the last time at the Courthouse."Take the compensation and get lost from my life. Don't even think about getting back together." Griffith remained indifferent.Charlotte put on her sunglasses and smiled faintly."We are never getting back together. Ever! Whoever comes begging to get back together is no different from a dog!"Was it not great to be a wealthy and attractive single woman?Later on, not only did Charlotte gain success in her career and inherit a fortune worth tens of billions of dollars from the Scott Family, but she had so many men pursuing her that they could line up the street until the end of the block.One night, she received an unexpected call."Hey, Charlotte…""Who is this?""...Woof woof…"

To settle a debt of gratitude, Adriana Adler left her first love and married Chris Slater—a man who, by all appearances, was paralyzed from the waist down. For five years of marriage, he had been her husband. Before that, he'd been the protector she'd known since they were kids. She played her part as his devoted wife—the quiet shadow behind his wheelchair. Chris was certain that no matter how openly he doted on his ex-fiancée—who had just returned from overseas with a child—Adriana would never leave him. What he didn't know was that in Adriana's heart, only obligation remained. The love had died years ago. The day the truth came out, she set the divorce papers calmly in front of him. He panicked. His eyes burned as he grabbed for her, desperate, clinging like she was the only thing keeping him grounded. Adriana looked down at his legs—standing firm and strong—and felt a deep, icy quiet fill her chest. Five years of lies. Five years stolen from the man she truly loved. There would be no forgiveness. The once-untouchable Chris dropped to one knee, his eyes red-rimmed and raw. "Adriana… you're all I have left." Her expression didn't waver. Not a flicker of softness crossed her face. She stepped back toward the man she'd never stopped loving, her voice steady. "But you're not all I have, Chris." He was the power player all of high society scrambled to please—the one who'd lit up her younger years. He'd always assumed she would love him forever; it never crossed his mind she might walk away. But the poised, mixed-heritage gentleman who'd loved her all along said nothing. He simply slid a priceless diamond ring onto her finger. This was the day he had waited five years for. This was the happiness Adriana should have had all along.

Lily's been left holding the baby. Now her evil twin, Noona, who attempted to trap a wealthy playboy by getting pregnant has passed away. Chance wants his brother's child. But, he mistakes prim librarian Lily for her trampy twin. Lily poses as her sister to protect the baby she loves. She'll let Chance buy her as his bride.

Alexis Jenn Buenavista, a 24-year-old spoiled brat from a wealthy, influential, and famous family, has a life revolving around drinking with friends as if there's no tomorrow. Work isn't in her vocabulary. That's how she's always been... until one day, her parents told her to marry 38-year-old billionaire Zac Rogen Walker. As a stubborn and spoiled brat, she tried to run away but was caught by Zac's bodyguards. She can't accept the idea of an older husband! Zac needs an heir for his company, and his parents are pressuring him to marry since he's not getting any younger. He chose Alexis because of her youth and vitality, which would surely provide him with an heir. The two make a contract that gives Alexis the freedom she once had, but with one condition: she can't have sex with her boyfriend or any other man except Zac. And so, their awkward married life begins. Who will give in to temptation first? Who will give up? And who will fall in love?

At twenty-eight, I held the dubious honor of being the last unmarried socialite on New York's Upper East Side. Everyone around me was growing increasingly anxious about my single status. In my previous life, my mother arranged a matchmaking cocktail party, where I was told to choose a husband from ten handpicked elite bachelors. I bribed the event planner to place Mark West's profile at the very top—and as I had hoped, I chose him. After we married, Mark treated me with what seemed like tender affection. He even bought me an oceanfront villa in the Hamptons, making me believe I had finally found true love. But that illusion shattered the day I was nine months pregnant, just hours away from giving birth. Mark drove a scalpel straight into my abdomen—then, right in front of me, hurled our newborn onto the floor. "If you hadn't forced me into this marriage with your family's power, Sofia wouldn't have been heartbroken enough to go drinking and get drugged and assaulted. This… this is what you owe her!" He tossed the scalpel aside, then calmly let his private doctor pin down my blood-soaked body. I fought through excruciating pain for six agonizing hours, until I finally bled to death. Afterward, Mark dumped my corpse into the Hudson River. But for Sofia, he hosted a grand funeral—funded with my money, under my name—and paraded himself to the world as a grieving, devoted widower. Given a second chance at life, I refused to step foot in that cursed matchmaking event. Instead, I went straight to my mother with a demand: marry me to Robert Black—the most ruthless, cold-blooded titan of Wall Street, whose scarred face was feared by all. In the end, stripped of my financial backing, Mark's hedge fund collapsed. He became a disgraced fraudster, spat on by everyone on Wall Street.

Nadia spent years worshipping the hockey captain Raxon Boyd from afar, never imagining the man behind her bedroom posters would one day become her husband and yet…her greatest heartbreak. But beneath the flashing arena lights, jealous lovers, and the crumbling Boyd empire, a murder lurks at the center of it all. And when Raxon’s dangerously charming brother returns, Nadia realizes falling for the wrong Boyd brother might cost her far more than her heart.

In my previous life, I married the Underboss of the Marino family to forge an alliance between our mafia families. However, he treated me with nothing but cold indifference. In the end, he conspired with his mistress and left me to burn alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was 22 years old once more. I was back at that party where he had locked me out for her sake. This time, I did not cry. I simply turned and walked away. I tore up our marriage contract myself, built my own fashion empire, and met a man who actually respected and loved me. The irony of it all? The same man who once threw me away like garbage now chased after me like a mad dog, desperate to fix what he had broken. "Rosalie, just come back with me now and I'll pretend none of this ever happened!" His eyes were bloodshot as he begged. I looked at him and laughed. What happened could not be erased just because he wanted it to be. In this lifetime, I would bask in the sunlight and live just for myself.