Freema Agyeman Husband Novels & Stories

I mean, how could they kidnapped a little child who was so innocent". "It always ponder me too, dear". ******* "So, what's this your Father's name?". "Yusuf" "What?! That's my husband's name! I mean, he bears same name with my husband. What a loser! Thank goodness my husband is not like him. So, what about his profession?" "He's a doctor" "What? Same profession too? This is just too coincidence" "I know, right". I said as we both laugh. ********* "Wow Aisha, this is very serious! You know, I've heard about something like this but not everything in similar.... I think you really have to meet Fatima's husband, I'm very sure you two will get along so well......". He suggest.

"Okay, angelo mio. Everyone is excited to see you so get some rest tomorrow is a very busy day." I smiled weakly. My engagement party was tomorrow, to a man I hardly knew. His name was Emilio Armani and he was 40, the head of the Italian mafia. A shiver ran down my spin. I had just turned 20, but this was a peace treaty that had to be honored. If it was violated in any way, they would come after me and my family.

Good thing they were inside the hospital as Freya was immediately brought to the emergency room. While they were waiting outside the emergency room, Justin took the opportunity to clear things with Red. “Just a friendly advice Mr. Stanford, don’t get her agitated for the sake of your baby. If you lose your baby, Freya would never marry you.” Red wanted to retort but Justin lifted his hand to stop him from speaking. “And I’m Emerald’s ex - boyfriend, she’s my girlfriend when we were in university. And all those years that we were apart no other woman had occupied my heart and even now she’s still the queen of my heart.”

She wanted to say something, but before she could, Jennifer had already spoken. Jennifer said, "Mr. Freeman is such a proud man. He probably can't accept the idea of his marriage ending in failure, can he? "And for someone in his position, if he wanted to win you back, he'd definitely come up with a whole bunch of excuses. Reputation? Please, you're already divorced. He's still the general manager of Amity Group. Who could possibly say anything that would affect him?"

I devoured the article, my heart racing: "Model Jessica Freeman alleges romance with Cade Callaghan, despite his recent marriage to Emily Wilburn. Freeman claims Cade was still dating her when he married Emily." "I knew it!" I exclaimed, rushing to show my husband the magazine. "I should have sensed something was off." My husband's expression remained calm, but I saw a flicker of concern. "I knew my son would never choose someone so beneath him," I said, venom in my voice. "But they are married," he reminded me. "Didn't you read it?" I pressed. "Jessica Freeman says they're not married. My son never married that girl." His eyes narrowed, calculating.

Afgan snorted harshly then said, “that man has been gone since before the fire. He's already engaged to Emily and they've returned to Dubai.” “How could he be involved?” Afgan asked himself. “It's good you're investigating, Afgan. All the possibilities are there, after all you've been looking all this time.” “By the way, what about Melinda, have you forgiven your wife?” Achmed asked his son. Afgan looked at his father meaningfully. He couldn't bear to tell him the secret about the baby. How they had had an affair and Afgan had to endure a marriage that ended with Adelia's disappearance.

Her laptop pinged with a picture. FREYA: This guy? FREYA: I just looked him up now and wow. Wow! WOW!!!!!!!! FREYA: Why aren’t you answering me? FREYA: THE Kelvin Kyle McKenna is your husband? HOW? FREYA: Leila. LEILA: Well, yeah. That’s him. FREYA: Well, yeah? Seriously? You’re married to the hottest man on earth. A BILLIONAIRE. And well yeah? That’s all you have to say?

He pinched her chin tightly like he was trying to take her apart. “Olivia Larson, it looks like you still haven’t learned from your mistakes.” “Mr. Freeman, how have I not learned from my mistakes? You make my own brother throw a vase at my head while calling me a b*tch who killed his parents. How could I forget that?” John shuddered when he heard Olivia address him as Mr. Freeman. An unknown fire sprung up from his heart. “Mr. Freeman? Olivia Larson, I’m your husband!” Husband?

Her whole family, including her siblings, nodded in agreement. “The first time I noticed my older brother’s strange behavior when it came to his now-wife was when Freya joined ‘Young Miss Ambassador’ at her school,” Graham resumed, making Freya look back. “I believe Freya was twelve then.” While Graham was talking, Kenneth held Freya’s hand. His grip suddenly tightened, so Freya turned to her husband, asking, “What is it that you don’t want me to find out?” “Just so you know, you deserved that title,” Kenneth said.

The rest of Freya's features were Ramil's genes! Jacob noticed that Rhea seemed uncomfortable. 'Does she know already?' he thought. "You two got everyone's attention. Looks like the honeymoon isn't over yet," Rhea said jokingly. Jacob and Freya laughed. "I'm sorry. My husband is a bit clingy and naughty," Freya said shyly. Rhea wanted to hug her daughter. She wanted to admit that she was Rhea Oligario...the wife of Ramil Oligario and her mother. The restraint that she does is too much especially when her husband, Ythan, came by her side.