El Esposo Piadoso Novels & Stories

"I was afraid you'd think I—" His lips met mine in a kiss that stole my words. When we parted, he gently pinched my cheek. "The only thing I think is that bastard hurt you. If not for him, I wouldn't have had to work so hard to win you over. But we found each other when it mattered." "Bella," he murmured, "we're perfect together. The ultimate power couple." A giggle interrupted us. Our son had been watching through his fingers before bounding over to join our embrace. "My turn for kisses!" he demanded, squeezing between us with outstretched arms.

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

As the two women giggled and a few old men who were pretending to not listen, absorbed this information, a quiet old woman spoke up," You all have gone senile with age." The others protested when the woman continued," Adi likes our Faith that is for sure. Even though he was playing with us, his eyes often wandered to her. But when they came back, he would look at his left hand, where he was wearing a wedding band! That man is married. He cannot pursue our Faith. She won't like a cheater. So, he cannot woo her..." "Are you sure he wore a wedding band, Griselda?" A man asked with dismay. Faith was like their daughter. Of course, they wanted the best for her and they had been impressed by the m

“Please move. I’m looking for my husband.” The man’s smile froze. He looked at Paige and asked, “You have a husband?” Paige nodded. “Yes, I have a husband. He’s great and handsome, better looking and richer than you.” The man said, “Impossible. There’s no man better looking than me in Heavensford.” Paige looked at the man. “How do you know? I think my husband is better looking than you. Others might think you are, but to me, my husband is the most handsome man in the world.”

“Seriously, Cristian?” the Don says, glaring at his son from across his desk, leaning back in his chair even though his whole body is tense. “You married the fucking stripper?” “Everyone is aware, yes?” Christian says, his eyes hard on his father, “that she’s also a student, and that dancing was her part-time job? And that I’ve known, respected, and loved her since childhood?” “God, your fucking mother,” Romano growls, shaking his head and glaring down at the floor. “Fucked you up more than we ever knew. Got you all wrapped up in fantasies about the little blonde next door, when you should be married to –“

My heart warmed. "Do you, Isabelle May Forte, take Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera, to be your lawfully wedded husband, and promise to be faithful to him always, and to have him to love and hold, to cherish and protect, in happiness and despair, in sickness and in health, and love and respect him for as long as you live?" "I do." The Padré smiled at the two of us. "With this I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

he replied swiftly. Joel chuckled lightly. “You married your rival’s ex-wife, Eros. And you think you’re going to succeed?” He uttered with no humor in his voice. Then, he leaned forward, his voice lowering. “Tell me something. Does your new wife even love you at all?” he added.

Everyone in the ballroom immediately straightened, standing at attention as they respectfully greeted the Don. The moment I met those deep, unreadable eyes, mine filled with tears. "Amore…" I whispered weakly. Toby immediately threw his little arms wide. "Papi!" Christopher froze, disbelief filling his eyes. "The Don is your husband?" His gaze dripped with mockery, as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world. "I guess you really do have mental issues, Isla. Think about it—why would the Don possibly marry a nobody like you?"

“If you marry someone, your partner's parents are your parents. You have to call him papa or mama. Lala, she only has me. So, you are my son too since marrying Lala." "So, Papa?" Jordan still felt weird. "Yes, right. Thank you for being a good husband to my daughter." Adriano's smile widened again. Jordan looked Adriano in the eye. He was an honest and sincere man. His words made Jordan feel bad and guilty. If the man knew the reason Jordan married Clarabelle, what would he do? But what was it going to be? The play had to continue. "I'm not as good as you think, Mr. Johan. But I'll try what I can." Jordan spoke as sweetly as possible.