Esposo Cornudo Novels & Stories

I looked round at the place I'd grown up in. "Where's Dad?" I asked, and before the sentence was completed, he appeared from the kitchen, and tackled me into a hug. I kissed his cheek, hugging back tightly. He pulled away and eyed Mariano. Mariano gulped. My dad was ex navy, and his glare could kill. "Mister Forte," He said, confidently still, and shook hands with my father, "I'm Mariano. Isabelle's boyfriend. Thank you for having me." Dad looked him up and down. "What do you do, Mariano?"

He was a saint who never looked at other women, but his wife believed she was being cheated on, and they fought - the poor thing even left home. Chubby, being no fool, took advantage of their separation and pursued Orlando again. This time he fell for her sweet talk, and they were together a few times, but he ended things with her, saying it wouldn't work because he was in love with his wife. Chubby went crazy. A few days later, he went back to his wife, discovered she was pregnant, and was over the moon about becoming a father again - their other child was already ten years old, an annoying, spoiled boy full of quirks. I didn't like that kid.

Before I could say thank you, my mother clutched her chest and blurted, “You’re so beautiful, my God. Where is your blush from?” Claire blinked, and then laughed, “Dior. Limited edition. I’ll send you one.” My mother gasped, slapped my father’s arm, and whispered, “Ela vai mandar pra mim!” Meanwhile, my father turned to Adriano’s father, Salvatore Capone, “Finally, I meet the father of this boy who made my daughter stop calling us back for two weeks straight.” Salvatore cleared his throat. “You are... Madeleine’s father.” “Yes! Eduardo,” my dad nodded, “From São Paulo. You ever been? Big city. Horrible traffic. Best feijoada in the world. You know feijoada?”

He took another drag from his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of white smoke from his mouth. "You gave birth to a little wimp, didn’t you?" I should slap him for calling my son a wimp, but then he doesn’t know the real story: "A weakling just like his father, I told you to bring that boy home so I could train him the Guerra way, but now he is hopeless. Have you ever witnessed a Guerra who was completely hopeless in your life?" He pounded his fist firmly on the table and said, "Questa è la merda che ottieni sposando un uomo debole." (This is the shit you get for marrying a weak man) he said as he led me to the dining room. "Non mancherai di rispetto a mio marito" (You will not disrespect my hus

Mom grinned at an advanced looking man who fit the name perfectly, making me internally roll my eyes. "Ahh! Madame. Such a lovely event you put together tonight!" The man who was supposed Honourable Fernando smiled at mom. "This is my lovely wife; Beatriz!" He introduced, taking his wife's hands and gently pulling her forward. The woman was beautiful even for her age. A total opposite of her husband, might I add. And why did he keep shouting? That was quite embarrassing, but his wife seemed not to mind. "So nice to meet you Mrs Fernando." Mom leaned in and gave her a hug. "You're very lovely indeed."

“Andrea Esposito.” My heart lurches. Andrea Esposito. Mariano’s younger brother. The blood drains from my face, but Geneva keeps going. “Unlike his brother, Andrea never saw eye to eye with him. I thought he would be just as cruel, that he would torture me, break me all over again. But he didn’t.” She blinks, a small, almost wistful smile playing on her lips. “He saved me. And over time, I grew to care for him. He is my husband now.”

, She let out her mind while her lips circled He chuckled exposing her crystal white teeth, " uhmmm ! Candi , meeting your spouse isn't a crime right ? Or you want to add it to the country's constitution yourself " "It isn't a crime and we all know that, I have no business with the Zoren's... besides Vilfredo is married and with a kid already ", her eyes widened and face twisted that the glares she threw she threw on the wall were much He stood on his feet affixing his palms on his waist, " I couldn't believe Fredo insisted on not getting married to you, the baby would have been Antonio's grandchild "

Esteban smiled at him. "I am Esteban Fajardo, the husband of Anna." He shook Jayson's hand. Jayson wonders why he feels differently about Esteban, but he doesn't think about it anymore. Feeling that he wanted to talk to Esteban, he told Qwerty to share a table with them. Qwerty let it go. "Doesn't your husband have a job?" Qwerty asked Anna softly while Corinne's eyes were about to run out when she looked at the woman next to her. Qwerty was in the middle of them, Esteban and Flavio were talking to Jayson about something.

Anna stood slightly behind him, every instinct screaming to hide—but he reached for her hand again, pulled her beside him, and whispered just loud enough for her to hear. “Stand tall, kitten.” She nodded faintly. A reporter stood. “Mr. Esposito. Is it true? Are you married?” Sandro’s lips curled faintly. “I don’t make a habit of confirming rumors, but this one… yes. I am.” Gasps. Scribbles. Camera shutters clicked frantically. “To her?” Another reporter pointed at Anna. “Yes,” Sandro replied. “This is my wife. Marianna Esposito. Formerly Marianna Romano.”

Edgard and Trevor sauntered over from the corrals. Her breath caught. Man, they were gorgeous. Edgard Mancuso, Trevor’s roping partner, was a darkly handsome Brazilian with the face of a god and the body of a gladiator. And Trevor, an all-American god in his own right, wavy blond hair, rugged looks born of his Nordic ancestry. Her nerves kicked in. What if they didn’t want her? “Channing. You’re lookin’ mighty fine today.” “Thanks, Trevor.” “What’s up, Colby?” Trevor asked.