Elizabeth Cullen Husband Novels & Stories

And she tolerated till now. Although it was like a worst scene a wife could imagine to have, but she felt relieved when Vincent confirmed that the girl is too close with his friends circles. So she isn't doing it to Vincent only. Other than her, Vincent is a caring and loving husband what most of the women want them in their lives. He is breathtakingly handsome, gorgeous, brilliant, extraordinarily strong. He is the self-made billionaire with his picture being covered in every single biggest Magazines in the world. So, having a husband is like blessing. Especially for a woman like Emma Downey who lives up to her heart not wealth, she is fully satisfied with his love and attention until three

"You cheat, Julian? Why did you marry me when you still have women behind my back? It's been seven years, and you still don't remember that I'm your sister!" "How dare you slap me, Elena. I don't love you anymore. You are a perfect princess, but you never serve me as your husband. That woman is just my business associate. I will never forget Cassie because I know I caused her death," Julian angrily replied, then decided to leave their marital home and return to his private penthouse. Quarrels had become routine lately, leaving Julian exhausted with his wife. Julian was indeed initially unaware of the viral news. But now he knew, he just kept silent, and even after the news went viral, he was

“Eleanor, why don’t you just let him be? If he’s not coming home, maybe that just means he no longer wants to, did you not think of that—” “I know about your affair with my husband, Elizabeth…” I held my breathe, and looked away. “I knew you never cut contact with him even after you gave birth to Elon, and not once, Liz. Not once did I ever ask you to go and leave us alone. But for my son…” My hands were already trembling. Confronting Elizabeth, facing their scandalous affair, and swallowing my pride. Terrible was an understatement. It felt like I was digging my own grave. “I beg of you, Elizabeth. Let me see my husband, let me borrow him.” There was silence, before I heard her stood up. “An

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.

I kept looking for a long moment, but I didn't notice anything else. "Have you been feeling good? "Caleb asked, and I turned against the sink to lean on it. I had to restrain the urge to laugh. It was very strange that some father was worrying about me, especially Caleb Johnson, who didn't even think about his daughters. "I got in touch with Colton, since he should be my daughter's husband, and I found out that you are together. The news made me happy. Colton has an impeccable record in his military career. I mean, you know he's been serving in the army, don't you?”

"Okay, fine. If you insist you don’t love him, then tell me this—how is he in bed?" I nearly choked on air. "Elena!" "What?" she laughed. "Don’t tell me the Mafia King is bad in bed. That would be disappointing." I covered my face with my hands, my cheeks burning. "We haven’t… done that." Elena’s jaw dropped. "Wait. You’re telling me Lorenzo hasn’t made you consummate the marriage yet?" I lowered my hands, biting my lip. "No." Elena stared at me like I’d just told her the sky was green. "Hold on. The Lorenzo Gonzalez—big, bad, possessive mafia husband—hasn’t touched you?"

Walden asked, his heart hanging in his throat. "Celia Hale married the current president, Zander, 18 years ago. She's from the capital and her old name is Celia Lea. Before Zander, she had a seven-year marriage in Texas..." Callan paused. "Dad, do you want me to go on?" At the other end of the phone, Walden was petrified. Celia Lea, Texas, and a seven-year marriage. Who else could it be if not him? "Okay, I, I got it. Thank you!" Walden tried his best to keep calm and hung up the phone.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Finally, the truth seemed to dawn on Adrian. He looked at me, his eyes wide with terror. "Caleb Lamb? You two have the same surname. Colleen, who exactly is he to you?" I smiled. "Oh, you didn't know? Caleb is my godbrother, but starting today, he's my husband." Adrian's eyes reddened, and his body wobbled. "So… The Lamb family was never bankrupt… I've been the fool all along…"

Hank bragged about his perfect daughter-in-law to anyone who'd listen. My hand tightened around the strap of my purse—the one holding the divorce certificate, words stuck in my throat. But as I glanced up, a flash from the fourth-floor balcony caught my eye. Isiah and Zoe were tangled in a heated embrace. My heart iced over, bit by bit. Slowly, I released my hold and mustered a smile. "You've come all this way. You must be beat. Let's head up and take a rest." I ushered them inside, lagging behind on purpose so they'd enter first. The door swung open to pandemonium: Zoe plastered against Isiah on the sofa, locked in a fervent kiss.