Elizabeth Cullen Husband Novels & Stories

Third Person POV At the Family Center, Julia returned to her room. The children’s noises had faded, and the quiet settled around her. Her phone rang. She answered, “Yes, Dylan. Go on.” “Elena Nolan. Born in Essex. Married to Bradley Hawkins for about two years.” He paused before continuing. “He's a cop out of Lawrence, where they lived together. Neighbors know nothing about her. She keeps to herself. No known friends. No employment history. I'll forward the whole report to your mail, but that's about it.”

As I twirled my fork through the noodles, I couldn't help but think of Ignacio, my Spanish husband. He was a big-time wine baron in Spain with multiple wineries across the country and Los Angeles. We had met at a fashion runway in Los Angeles and somehow, we had connected. I couldn't deny that his deep pockets had drawn me to him. We've been married for 13 months. But now, everything had changed. Ignacio's company was running down, and the money wasn't flowing like it used to. I needed a way out, a way to secure my future. And that's when Cullen had come along.

Once the connection was formed in mind, and the more Marisol recalled, countless puzzling details from her time with the Mullers now seemed glaringly suspicious. She shook her head violently. She needed to stop thinking. It was absurd, absolutely impossible. But who exactly was Elizabeth? The Telsons were an esteemed scholarly family. By eighteen, Elizabeth had been engaged to Keane, Lucian's father. The two were childhood sweethearts who had married for love, their bond hailed as a fairytale across social circles. The Mullers and the Telsons were both powerful families. With that status and protection, how could anyone have harmed her? It didn't make sense.

Dylan turned to her. Her mouth fell open. "W-What are you doing?" she whispered. Dylan took a deep breath and nodded at her. Zelena swallowed and shook her head. Dylan looked out at the crowd again and squeezed her hand tightly. "She's Mrs. Zelena Havens Arivelez-Romano. She's my wife," he said with a smile. Zelena's mouth dropped open, unable to believe what she was hearing as she stared at her husband. The people there were surprised, especially Lucas and Bryan, who were glaring exaggeratedly at the two of them.

I was naked as the day I was born—I'd be a lamb up for slaughter if they found me. Judging from how they'd savored my scent earlier, I could imagine how I would turn out once they discovered me. Just then, another man said, "It's possible. It might be Wilson's wife! He's the only married man in this dorm, after all!" God, he'd even figured out who I was!

Wazir noticed the action and frowned. "Is there something going on between you two?" he asked straightforwardly. Blushing even harder, Elena nodded. "Yes. We got married a few months ago. he is my husband." Eyes widening immediately, Wazir whipped his head so fast to study Calhoun. He felt he had seen him somewhere, but he couldn't remember vividly as he was still trying to overcome the shock that came with finding out that his niece was married. "Husband? Married? What?" he looked between both of them, then finally settled on Calhoun.

Caitlin gently patted her shoulder in comfort as Eli cried for a while, her tears finally slowing as she spoke through her sobs, “How did you know all of this? What’s your relationship with Sebastian? And those three kids…” That was essentially her admitting that she was indeed Eliza! “You probably haven’t seen the news recently, but Sebastian and I were married. However, we’ve divorced now. I’m his ex-wife. My name is Caitlin, and those three children are mine and Sebastian’s,” Caitlin explained. “Caitlin, Caitlin... thank you... thank you so much...” Eli didn’t know how to express her gratitude. Caitlin had saved her, helped her, and hadn’t rejected her. She had taken her in and even told

DARLENE “Good day,” Cullian greeted, a frown settled on his face. I could feel my heart race. I watched my Dad turn to look up at Cullian. He turned back to the little picture frame on the table. With my father's expression, I could tell that he had recognized Cullian as my husband. “Who are they?“ Cullian asked, his eyes fixed on mine. “They are,” “I am Darlene's father,” My Father cut me off, he stretched his hands to shake Cullian. But Cullian stood there, his expression, shocked.

He had his elbow on the table between us and his temple leaning against his index finger while his ice blue eyes stared into my soul. I turned red from coughing so much, ignoring the multiple eyes turning my way. My shaking hands finally reached for a glass of water, anything to clear my airway, and three minutes of prolonged suffering later, I was fine. After catching my breath, my brows pulled together and I raised my voice, "What?!" It was my first time meeting Art Wilson. In the big year of 2026, our families were arranging our marriage. It was pretty common for wealthy families to want to keep their wealth within their circle. My older sister was still married to the man my father had p