Novel & Cerita Elizabeth Cullen Husband

"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?"

“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…"

Who was her real husband between the two of them? A bitter, hysterical laugh escaped her lips as her tears continued to flow. “Are you both playing some kind of sick joke?” The pain in her chest was suffocating, making it difficult to breathe. “No, Kitten, let me explain. Please, listen to me.” Chairman Channing stepped closer. “He’s not Wulfric Montiner. He’s your husband.” Elizabeth's laughter turned into gut-wrenching sobs, her body shaking uncontrollably. She couldn't accept it.

"You heard him folks! Have you ever had a wedding crashed? I'm Linda Stewart and I'm outside the venue where billionaire and heir Kenny Greenland got married today. A beautiful day for the happy couple, or at least, it should have been. Witnesses have informed me that an unknown female burst through the church doors and claimed to be the groom's mistress! And she's pregnant! We have yet to find out if these rumors are true, but for now, we'll be playing a video one of the witnesses managed to film right when the accident took place." As the video played, my thoughts from before I went to sleep reappeared. Did what she said have some truth to it? To be honest, I'm afraid I'll just be shut dow

He had heard the name before, he had heard it associated with George for years, the woman his son had been with. "Do you mean the same Elena that was supposed to be married to George," he said slowly. "Who ended up married to Damien Carrington instead at the altar. That Elena?" Celeste nodded once. Edward felt the blood drain from his face. "You went after a Carrington." His voice dropped to a whisper. "You tried to harm the wife of Damien Carrington." Celeste said nothing.Edward looked utterly horrified, he turned from her. He looked at the wall, then at his fist. He began punching the wall, unable to control his fury.

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.

He looked squarely into his eyes, he smiled lightly as he focused his gaze steadily. “I-I-I'm married.” She stuttered mildly. “Married?” “Richard and I are married. I guess you didn't watch the news or read the magazine. It was an arranged marriage between us and actually we got married during the week. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I know there's no excuse that will justify my selfish behavior but I'm truly sorry.” Puzzled, he stared at her intently trying to figure out if she was trying to make a joke out of him like she always did. “Richard Sullivan?” She nodded. “Wait Charlene, are you talking about the CEO?”

She closed her eyes as if letting the past come back to control her—bringing her to a painful time for her to remember. “Because… John and I only have one child,” she answered bitterly. Claire looked up, she looked at Josephine without asking anything, but she was sure that Josephine could read all the questions in her head. One child… What does that mean? “John,” Josephine took a deep breath, “John and I were married when he was still living in Italy. His father's company is in the United States, but it's just a cover-up to hide the truth about their dark business.”

"Oh, this is too good! Alexander Carter, CEO and eligible bachelor, desperately seeking a wife. Should we put an ad in the classifieds?" Her husband joined in. "Maybe we should start interviewing candidates. Create a shortlist." "I don't need help finding someone," I said through gritted teeth. Aunt Elizabeth, who'd been quietly knitting in the corner, looked up. "What about that nice PR director at your company? Jennifer, something?" "She's married, Mother," Victoria said. "Oh. Well, what about your assistant?" "I'm not marrying my assistant, Aunt Elizabeth." Grandfather Harold raised his hand for silence. "The terms are set. Six months from today."