El Esposo Piadoso Novels & Stories

He was a stoic man in his early sixties with a crisp grey uniform and lined, and stern features. As Della approached, his pale eyes flicked toward her, holding a familiar, quiet flicker of pity. Hayes had driven for the family long enough to remember when Gloria Ravelle was alive. To him, Della wasn't a disgraceful burden; she was a hostage, a vibrant, beautiful girl slowly being suffocated in a power-hungry family. He offered a small, respectful nod, shielding her from the wind as she climbed inside. Della slid into the spacious rear cabin, immediately enveloped by the suffocating blend of leather and Mireille's signature tuberose perfume.

That was news to me, but if that was the lie he had told them, I had no choice but to back it up. “Amazing! Hawaii was so beautiful that I was almost contemplating never coming back.” “Ha.” They both laughed. “Like the doctor would ever allow it.” I managed a little smile, then turned to Leonard. “How is fatherhood going? I must say, you both made a beautiful girl.” His smile widened at the compliment, the sides of his eyes crinkling. "Fatherhood has been a blessing. I didn’t think I could be this happy.” I nodded, not at all understanding why he couldn’t get happiness from other things, but it was his choice, and he seemed happy. “How is the wife doing?"

30 years ago, on Christmas Eve, Emma and Edward Grant were married at Grant Manor. The manor was her wedding gift. And every year since, they had hosted a Christmas Eve party there. Back then, Emma had married Edward against the wishes of her parents and friends, all for the sake of love. She had willingly chosen a divorced man who already had a son. But now, Edward had painted the entire front of the once-stately manor pink, all just to please his mistress.

Open up your eyes and read this properly! I then took out my invitation card and threw it in her face. However, Claudia didn't even bother looking at it. Meanwhile, Levi had also crawled his way over, speaking in a meek voice, "I'm sorry, Ms. Evans. My wife is from the countryside and is a little cuckoo in the head. "She thinks I'm seeing other women behind her back and keeps making huge scenes like this. I'll take her away at once! I won't let her crash your son's celebration!"

Yet, this financial prowess is overshadowed by the darker side of his character—an arrogance and cruelty that manifests in his audacious demand for an heir from the grieving daughter of a recently departed father. Adam, ever the joker, attempts to lighten the somber atmosphere with a lighthearted comment. "You're speaking as if you don't even know your own husband," he jests, hoping to elicit a genuine smile from Isabella. Though her lips curl upward, the smile fails to reach her eyes, betraying the underlying pain and disillusionment she feels.

"I'm fine... And don't look for him anymore... He's not here. It's good that he's not here because I don't want to see him and be with him." "He's not here?" Eloisa nodded "And why? You're both married now, naturally, on your first night as his wife you should be together, right?" "Why else? Isn't he also the one with the plans for this wedding and to get papa to agree to the marriage that I am against it?" Eloisa let out a sigh. "Then did you notice how happy papa was to talk to him on the day of our wedding? Even when the wedding was just preplanned, propose, and discussed... His eagerness and desire were evident on his face to that marriage..." Eloisa gasped as she let go of the words she

His deep, calm voice rose above the flowers and lights in the garden of the Hotel Montaldo, with a solemnity that seemed to silence even the wind. “Dear brothers and sisters, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Sofía and Adrián. Many of you know that they have already been married for years in their hearts. They have shared struggles, tears, and joys. They have seen their son, Ayden, come into the world, and they have supported him with faith and hope through every challenge. Today, with that same conviction, they choose to place themselves under God’s blessing.”

And I don't think that Adriano will appreciate if I try to initiate a conversation with the ladies in presence of men. "So how is your newly wed life?" Dominic finally broke silence. But broke it with such an awkward question. "Amazing" Adriano replied. He thinks our marriage is amazing. "Of course it would be. You have waited so long for her. It's ought to be amazing. I wish you get blessed with a son very soon." Elias said. This conversation is not helping. My breath stuck in my throat on hearing his words.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

answered by Dylan who stayed by my side. "I can't believe this! I still intended to invest in his company. It's a good thing I didn't continue," said Mr. Padilla. I pretended to be sad for that, but I actually celebrating inside. "You know, Lucas and I really had a great time when we're still not in the middle of our marriage. It's just sad that he has that kind of work." "If I were you, Ms. Gomez, I wouldn't be sad for him. He's really a big sin against you. He deserves that!"