Elizabeth Cullen Husband Novels & Stories

While the others spoke to some of the other gangs, he’d intended to make some calls and try to get a bead on the assholes who would mess up Shawn's marriage enough that he would want nothing from his wife. An hour later, Elizabeth returned with a smile on her face. "What took you so long?" He withdrew a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, his gaze never leaving the now naked woman on the bed. "Well, shopping, of course, it's none of your business, but well, I need a quick fuck to ease the tension, and I'll tell you about my plan with the doctor,” she smirked. “And guess what? Shawn's wife is pregnant." That bitch! She sneered as her smile faded, molten anger rolled through her, and rage gr

She ran toward her with her small feet. Dairo held Chelsea's hand and walked to the door. Aidan walked ahead of them. He was the eldest one and protective of his sister and brother. I could see it clearly, A happy family. We walked into the elevator. I pressed the button. Dairo and Chelsea chased each other circling around us. "Where have you planned your honeymoon?" My eyes widened hearing it. It was a relief that I was looking at them, not her. "Chris is quite busy as I've told you before." I smiled, hiding my shock behind it.

She murmured under her breath and rolled her eyes. My wife rolled her eyes at me!? Great! The thing no one can even think, of this little wife of mine keeps doing often! But before I can react to that, I hear the reporters asking me another question. “His full name is Hunter Edward Brown? But we never heard of his full name!” She said, doubtfully. “How many of you actually heard him saying his name earlier?” I asked, getting a negative response as I expected. “No one… I suppose!” they sounded confused.

She burned the woman’s outfit into her memory so she could describe it perfectly to the others. “I have news,” Elizabeth said anxiously. Elise closed her eyes and worked at steadying her hand while she extended the tea cup and saucer to her friend. “Pray tell. Do not tease,” Elise said with false bravado. “Oliver Sullivan has proposed to Sally McPhee!” Elizabeth said with starry eyes. “Poor Sally. She loves him so, but her father is refusing to sanction the union. He feels Oliver is not affluent enough.” “How awful,” Elise said as she plopped herself into her chair.

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.

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