Emilia Clarke Husband 2023 Novels & Stories

She was lying beside him and facing him—allowing Mikael to rub her bare back in the middle of their dark room. "Michael?" Claire looked at him disapprovingly. Mikael took a deep breath, "You said you don't want anyone else to pay for your fertility medication, so you plan to get work, right?" "Yes," Claire replied quickly. “First of all, I'm not anyone else. I'm your husband,” Mikael confirmed—stating their status with confidence, “and secondly, you want to have children and start a family.” Mikael stared at Claire for a moment before speaking again, “that will be my family, too, right? So, I don't count."

Emery just laughed at her. It was past midnight when they all went home. Emery was picked up by his driver while Travis and his wife were currently on a road. "Hmm, love." Dahlia broke the silence. "Yes, love?" Travis gazed at his wife but it was only for a moment because he was currently driving. "Is it true that Emery is pregnant? Who is the father?” Travis heart suddenly pounded. He did not know what to say. He knew for himself that nothing happened to him and Emery that night. Travis really don't remember anything.

Emerald, had a bag of late-night snacks in hand, shutting the door she followed Emily behind. As Emily settled into a chair, she couldn’t contain the excitement that had driven her every step to Emerald’s doorstep. “Em, arise from the dead, you married well,” Emily said, and she raised a brow. “Who is it? Tell me so that I can return to eternal rest.” “It took some digging, but all roads lead to one man; he is called Matthew Reeves, Chairman of the board at IM Group, Em your fictional husband is a real man with flesh and blood!” Emily grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her.

the way he emphasized 'my' you'd think he cared. "She's not your wife as much as she’s, my girlfriend. Fiancé actually" crap. That wasn't in the plan. Emilia looked up at him, willing him to stop talking. He didn't, so she pinched his shoulder, which was the wrong thing to do because he squeezed her ass. She'd forgotten his hands were still there. "Let go of her," Max said, his voice tight and restrained. Dropping her hands from his shoulders, she turned around to face her husband.

he instructed the security. Chloe and the rest of the people in the room were stunned to hear that their boss is already married. They all glanced at Aria, whom their boss treats very well. They all saw how he saved her the other day ignoring his own safety. Even though Asher didn't disclose who his wife is, it could only be Aria. Chloe was so stunned by this new revelation, that she didn't resist when the security came to escort her out. After Chloe was escorted out, Abel showed the security footage of the corridor to Asher.

As we were planning the wedding, I tried reaching out to Emilia several times, hoping to invite her to my wedding. Despite multiple attempts, I couldn't get through to her. When I felt that something wasn’t right, I thought of asking Kent to use his contacts to help me find her. However, it would seem that my worries were unfounded. On my wedding day, I received a video call from her. She told me over the phone that she and Eli had a child. Now they had opened a cafe in Eli's hometown, living leisurely as if time had slowed down for them. She was currently pregnant, more than eight months in. They had checked and it was going to be a girl.

“Released…what? how?” “Everywhere.” He turned the phone toward her. The screen was a nightmare rendered in headlines. DAMIAN BLACKWOOD FAMILY? HIS WIFE HAS FINALLY MADE HIM A FATHER FOR AN ILLEGITIMATE CHILD, THIS IS TOTALLY UNFAIR FOR OUR NUMBER ONE AMAZING BILLIONAIRE, HE DESERVES BETTER. There she was. Her face caught mid-laugh at the park. Emma beside her, ponytail crooked, holding Damian’s hand without fear. And Damian, unguarded, softened, unmistakably present in a way the public had never seen him.

She walked slowly, one hand resting on her swelling belly, her steps firm — James following a few paces behind. Emma faced the sea of reporters and spoke with calm resolve: “Thank you all for coming. Today, I want to end all the speculation.” She drew a short breath before continuing. “Yes, I am pregnant. And yes, the father of this baby is Harry Smith, my ex-husband.” The sound of camera shutters filled the room. Several reporters leaned forward, microphones thrust closer — but Emma remained composed. “I’m not here to cover for anyone,” she said firmly. “I’m here because it’s time you know the truth that has been hidden for too long.”

“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

"Aretha! Don't tell me you had sex with that bastard Alex, okay?" Bertha's words calmed Aretha's mood a little, she leaned against the edge of the bed, her beautiful legs resting on the pillow. Aretha fiddled with the thin shirt she was wearing. Then leisurely answered Bertha's question. "You got 50% of the story right. It's true that I had sex with a man. But that person wasn't director Alex." "Then who is it?"