Elizabeth Cullen Husband Novels & Stories

After the dinner debacle, Julian stopped trying to reach me through messages. He came directly to the Costanzo estate. I didn't let him in. He stood in the rain, practically on his knees by the end. I didn't come downstairs once. There was no room for mistakes in mafia world. A man that foolish had no business being my husband. But someone even more foolish was still making moves. A post appeared online: "The Moretti heir's marriage — who's really the outsider here?" It was loaded with photos of Selena and Julian together, shot after shot of what looked like a couple.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. You can fall for anyone, but Matthew's wife is off-limits!" Caleb whispered to Cillian. He had found out that Lucy was still alive and about her ties to Matthew. He noticed his little brother's crush on Lucy. Even though their family, the Sullivans, were not daunted by Matthew, he and Lucy were married. Cillian was fixating on someone else's wife. If Lucy reciprocated Cillian's feelings and he stood a chance, Caleb might have supported Cillian in pursuing Lucy. After all, it was somewhat entertaining to see Matthew lose his composure.

, Cassie said. "Hm", her father grunted as he read through the file in his hand while Cassie stood waiting for him. After a few minutes, he put down the file and looked up at Cassie "Elizabeth and Carter are getting married", her and Cassie's eyes widened in surprise. She stared at her father. "And just like that? You are going to let them?", she asked. "Is there a valid reason why I shouldn't", he asked her and Cassie scoffed in disbelief.

“By being smarter than him. By finding his weakness before he finds ours.” Amelia sat down. Ellie in her lap. “What’s his weakness?” “I don’t know yet. But everyone has one.” Dan went back to his laptop. “Give me a few hours. I’ll figure it out.” She waited. Watched him work. Held Ellie and tried not to think about worst case scenarios. At midnight, Dan looked up. “I found something.” “What?” “Cullen has a daughter. Lives with her mother in Boston. He’s estranged from them. Hasn’t seen the kid in five years.”

He'd told me he was going on a two week NGO retreat in a small city in Peru. Elena leaned in, glowing. “Isn’t he perfect?” My fingers shook against my clutch. “That’s… him?” She nodded happily. “Yes. Ethan Blackwell, my husband.” My knees nearly gave out. “You…you married him!” I tried to sound cheerful, so she would not suspect anything. The last thing I'd do is spoil Elena's happy day. “You'll love him. He's so peerct for me.” She smiled again, and then someone card her name. “I'll be right back.”

he continued without giving them a chance to respond. James and Adam couldn't believe their ears. Did Johnathan say his wife? When did he get married and why did he keep it a secret? "Your wife you say? Like hell she is! This is Helena Theron, from the rich Theron family. She is going to be your wife. Not this mutt who looks like she was picked up from the corner of the street," James shouted angrily. Just as Johnathan was about to defend his wife, James stood up and slapped him across the face and told him to keep quiet. Then he ordered one of his guards to forcefully remove Elizabeth from the premises and keep her detained outside so that she couldn't leave.

"Because it looks like you sold yourself to save the vineyard. It looks like you married some rich stranger for his money." "Marco, stop," their father said, but his voice was weak. Elena's hands trembled. She clasped them together, trying to stop the shaking. "Julian Thorne is my husband. We got married two months ago. And yes, he's the investor who saved the vineyard." The silence that followed was deafening. Her father swayed slightly. Marco caught his arm, steadying him. "Papa, sit down," Marco said, guiding him to a nearby bench.

“Oh, so this is her husband.” Nathan stared at the man’s photo against the blue background printed in the marriage certificate. The man was indeed handsome—perhaps that was why he could have two wives, Nathan thought with a hint of sarcasm. Still, he was certain he was far more handsome than Elizabeth’s husband. “That’s Uncle Marwan Armando’s son,” Mawar said with clear annoyance, noticing her son’s expression. Nathan fell silent, his eyes fixed on the man in the photo—the one who was now Elizabeth’s husband. He didn’t know him well, only met him a few times before.

She sighed. "I don't think so. My husband is in Canada. He doesn't know I'm here. He must be worried." Eleana replied while biting her lips. A sad expression took over her just by thinking of Ayden. She didn't even get the chance to call him yet. So many things were happening around her. "Who is your husband?" Eirene asked, grabbing Eleana's attention. She smiled after hearing the question. "His name is Ayden Campbell. He's the son of our parents best friend." Eleana replied with a smile on her face, making Eirene nod.

“I don’t like how she’s the only one in the house besides the staff, Elena. Her brother doesn’t think it’s too concerning for her to leave her house. They don’t have surveillance cameras, so no one was caught. Even the two guards at the front gate don’t know shit.” “Calm down, Big Bear,” she joked and turned the phone to speaker when I heard her whisper ‘I hate you’ to her husband. “Cillian, if you think she needs guards around her, I’ll start looking right away—” “But isn’t Cillian the father of her ex?” Her husband, Zayed, asked, his voice rich and serious yet playful. “Yes, Caleb is her ex.” “How did they break up?” “Zayed!” “What? It’s just a question.”