El Esposo Piadoso Novels & Stories

Her midsection was growing. Dante had said Catalina melted Dario’s hardened heart. After Josie’s death, Dario had shut down, striving only to become capo. Watching the two of them dance, chat, and smile gave me hope. Not all arranged marriages were hell. Dario and Catalina were an example of that. As I looked up at my new husband, he turned toward me, and without the cheers of the guests, he craned his neck until his strong lips brushed over mine.

His dark eyes narrowed. Sade turned, smirking. “Adamo Rossi, meet Shane, Isla’s husband. You know, the one Marco was screwing?” Adamo’s brows lifted. “Oh. Oh.” He exhaled, then nodded. “Damn.” Shane chuckled, standing. “I’ll leave you two to your night.” “You good?” Adamo asked Sade. “Ecstatic.” Shane shook his head, laughing. “I think I’ll take you up on that therapy suggestion, Sade.”

“Andrea Esposito.” My heart lurches. Andrea Esposito. Mariano’s younger brother. The blood drains from my face, but Geneva keeps going. “Unlike his brother, Andrea never saw eye to eye with him. I thought he would be just as cruel, that he would torture me, break me all over again. But he didn’t.” She blinks, a small, almost wistful smile playing on her lips. “He saved me. And over time, I grew to care for him. He is my husband now.”

Altamira. "Well, Eddie. For starters, you are not my grandfather because my grandfather would never put me in such a drastic marriage with a monster. And secondly, I'm not doing okay and that's all thanks to you for deceiving and lying to my family and I that Adriano likes me when you fully well know that he doesn't love me and never will. And thirdly, my husband Adriano is doing perfectly okay in his office because I'm sure that he's happy and satisfied that he's making my life miserable." I replied in a sarcastic tone. "Cosa?" He screamed on the other side.

“M-my friend’s husband—his name is Isaac too, so I just found it very amusing,” ‘Sorry Peace I ruined your reputation,’ Ada whispered inside her head. “Oh!— I thought it was something important,” with a nasty expression he looked away, “My name is Charlo—“ “I don’t care who you are, I am not going to marry you anyway,” He uttered plainly, “ by now you should have realized it that it’s all my Mother’s doing and I am not interested in marrying,” “But I came here to get married,” Ada spoke in a small pitiful voice.

He laughed out, enjoying every minute of this. The more frustrated I seem to be, the happier he is. "C'mon, you're fucking married man! Never see the day you'll be but here we have it. The almighty Sebastian Spenser is married" He threw his hand up dramatically. "You know I had to do what I did. You know" I eyed him knowingly. I mean, I don't even know anything about this lady other than her first name and surname and that she is sad and angry about this as much as I am too.

Adam asked again. Jes took a sip of saliva. Her tongue was stiff to answer if she was Adam's wife. "I ... I ... I ..." She replied stammering. Seeing Adam who was about to open his mouth, Jes immediately answered Adam's question. "I am Adam Wilson's wife." The answer quickly and loudly. Adam smiled faintly. Getting recognition from Jes is enough to make her happy, especially if Jes really accepts Adam as her real husband. "Then who is a wife to dress up for?"

"I'm so happy! I thought my nephew would never settle down." "Everyone seems to think that." I chuckle. "He's so picky! Every girl I tried to hook him up with, he turned down." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Sorry Esme, but none of them were anything like my girl." He smiles at me. "Which reminds me." He picks me up and kisses me hard in front of everyone. "I have some amazing news." Everyone stared. "Isadora is pregnant. I'm gonna be a father." It was so silent, if Someone dropped a feather know it. you would

“So… how did the ex-husband look?” “He was decent,” I shrug. “But he’s no Adamo.” Keisha smirks. “Girl… Adamo looks like he is good in bed too.” We both burst out laughing. “I plead the fifth,” I say quickly. “I don’t know shit and I don’t want to.” I grin. “I got a good-ass man who’s great in bed.” We high-five. Before we can say anything else, voices rise near the patio. I see Sade snap at Isla, and Isla snaps right back.

It needed to be this way, I needed her to hate me because when all this is over, it will be easier for both of us to let go. Stepping away from the dance floor, I searched for Adriano. He stood at the corner of the room. Watching. I followed his gaze. Lola. Definitely not. I walked over. “You know she’s married, right?” “I’m aware,” he replied casually, like he was expecting me. “She just had a baby,” I added, “and her husband—” “He doesn’t deserve her.” His voice was low and certain. I looked in her direction again. She sat in a corner holding the baby while her husband was laughing loudly with a group of others, clearly intoxicated.