Five Years Married To Mr Bradford Novels & Stories

Ava said, trying to fight her own emotions and tears that were already at her eyelids waiting to grace her face again. “I'm just 18 and you want me married?” Ava asked. “That's it Ava, you keep thinking you are little!” Mrs Sarah said, while she readjusted on the mattress she sat. “Go prepare for school, you are getting married to Ryan and that's final.” Mrs. Sarah added while she moved into the bathroom. Sluggishly Ava walked out the door leaving the room, her mom's words repeating in her brain. Thoughts running down her mind, ‘who is Ryan and why was she getting married to him’ she knows her mother was the devil but this was just too much.

“So? Have you decided?” I closed the door behind me quickly, not because I wanted privacy with him but because I didn’t want anyone else to see. My voice trembled even though I forced it steady. “There’s nothing to decide. Our marriage is over, Leo. It ended years ago. I’ve moved on. I’m married to Ethan now—and I love him.” For a moment, his expression flickered, like I’d slapped him. But then he chuckled, a low, unsettling sound. “Love,” he repeated. “You always said that word too easily.”

"I can handle myself, Dad." I would still hear about Lydia occasionally. She worked as a middle manager at a private company. The pay wasn't much, but it was far less stressful than her previous job. Simon remained unemployed after they got married. Their entire family lived paycheck to paycheck since Lydia was the sole breadwinner. Apparently, Lydia and Simon argued often about money, Lindsey, and all sorts of insignificant issues. Last year, George suffered a stroke, which left half of his body paralyzed. The conflict between Lydia and Simon escalated when she brought George home to stay with them.

After I kept Charlotte locked in the study and destroyed several critical documents, he finally lost his temper and tried to strike me. He shoved me, and my lower back collided with the wall. "Can't you just take care of Mom properly? All you have to do is stay home and look after her. Is that really so difficult?" I immediately filed for divorce, demanding he walk away with nothing. His carefully maintained image as the perfect gentleman crumbled, leaving him caught up in rumors of ambiguous relationships with both women and men. With Charlotte to care for, he was constantly messy. His clothes were always wrinkled, and even his beard went unkempt.

Natasha began, swirling her orange juice, “what’s this important family news you two have been hinting at since last night?” Her father folded the newspaper, resting his elbows on the table. “We wanted to wait until everyone was together,” he said, glancing at Xavier. “It concerns your brother.” “Me?” Xavier raised a brow, half-amused. “You’re the ones making it sound mysterious.” Mrs. Sánchez smiled softly, her tone careful. “Natasha, dear, now that you’re back, there’s something we need to share. Your brother is getting married.” The juice glass slipped slightly from Natasha’s hand. “Married?” she repeated, blinking. “To who?”

After that day, I walked into my lawyer’s office trying to appear calm. The smell of leather and old paper did little to ease the turmoil inside me. As I signed each document with trembling hands, pretending I wasn’t breaking, my tears fell but I quickly wiped them away, hoping no one would notice. This was it. This was my first real step in cutting ties with Victor Ravencroft, my husband of three years, the man who destroyed everything I cared about along with my sister’s betrayal.

"Y-Your Majesty." Bernard laughed. "There." He turned toward the onlookers. "That's my wife. Pretty omega, isn't she?" Several people nodded awkwardly. Bernard smiled wider. "Pity beauty isn't everything." The laughter began. "Five years." He slowly circled Briella. "Five years of marriage.... and she still doesn't know how to please her husband." The laughter grew louder. Briella stared at the floor. "I've honestly had more excitement in a weekend.... than in my entire marriage."

"Everyone knows that you love Sabrina. How could you possibly marry someone else? Sabrina loves you too. That's why I'm willing to give the two of you my blessing…" Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke. "That's impossible," Sabrina mumbled. "There's simply no way that you're married. You wore my favorite red shirt today. You even used my favorite cologne. You knew that I was going to propose to you today, didn't you?" I didn't understand why, but I was suddenly struck with the realization that it was pointless to talk to them. "I'm married," I repeated. "Our relationship ended three years ago, Sabrina. I'm a married man now, so stop bothering me. My reputation will be affected if someone

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

I ask. “Oh, nothing,” she says. “I just felt something weird. It’s gone now. I guess it’s nothing.” “Okay. Let me know if you need anything.” “I will,” she says. She goes back to her brochure, and I head back to my husbands who are talking to someone. He leaves before I get there and walks outside. “Who was that?” I ask. “Just a professor at our university,” Braden says. “So, how’s our wife and Luna Queen liking her wedding reception?”