Futuro Esposo Novels & Stories

he asked and Ella was startled by the question. She wasn’t expecting him to say something like that even though their relationship for the past week has been very good and Julie also calls him dad “What do you mean? Did something happened?” she asked again not believing that is what he is bothered about “My mum wants me to get married to someone else as soon as possible so I can get equal shares with Laura and take over the company” he finally told her and sighed “You don’t want the company?” Ella asked to his surprise and he chuckled “I know you don’t mean that” he said then stood up to get dressed

he mouths so Owen can’t hear. I smirk. Watching him getting his language picked up by his goody two-shoes son really is amusing. We drive for a moment and I can see his brain ticking at a million miles a minute. “Just pick the venue and Adrian and I will organize everything.” His eyes find mine. “All you have to do is buy a dress and show up on the day. I know how busy you are.” “What’s the rush?” I ask. His eyes continually flicker between the road and me. “Well, I’ve done it now. As far as I’m concerned we’re already married.”

But, I couldn’t help myself, I needed to know. I wanted to know if something had changed him that much that he would give up the one thing he had always wanted more than anything—someone to love and have a family with. He stared into my eyes intently and I knew immediately that every word he was about to say was deliberate. “I will get married.” He said sternly. “Just not yet—there’s no suitable candidate. My family needs an heir now. There’s no time to wait for me to find a proper wife at the moment. That will come later, my future wife will be a high-born mafia princess from a well-respected and connected family.”

And every time he came up to me, he always said that I was his future wife. "We have never met somewhere. I only saw you once when you walked towards your campus. You're very beautiful, and then I chose you to be my candidate for a wife." "just like that?" I wrinkled my forehead in surprise "Yeah, what else?" "But you know everything about my life," I protested. "You don't need to know how I know everything about you. All you have to see, I want you to be my future wife. I'm "serious "What? what if I like someone? "

I'm willing to take a chance with you Aaron. Hope you save my heart from a break up! Or will you be the reason for my heart to shatter? It's either first or latter. Don't worry Isabella. Everything will be fine. It always has. The future is unpredictable. That's why everyone visualize their future with fiction than reality. Let my husband be the prince for me in my future. With that I fell into deep sleep! *****

“I would like to be married, maybe with a baby on the way.” I grinned from ear to ear, “How many babies?” “Maybe three or four?” Isabella blushed. “How many do you want?” “At least four,” I replied. “Now your turn, where do you see yourself in five years?” Isabella questioned. “In the NFL, married with a baby on the way and my beautiful Economics degree wife in my arms,” I grinned. “Izzy, you are my future. I can’t see life without you.” Isabella put her plate down on the coffee table and crawled over the couch to me.

“What will you do after you get married? What if Leia finds someone to love, or Francois? Getting married is not a joke.” And Francois took Leia’s hand in his hand. “We are doing this because we both want this , alpha Quinn. And maybe there is no love, even if it should have been, because we are mates and we rejected each other. Now we are just friends and we are helping each other, but who knows what the future will bring?” and Francois just smiles looking at Leia. “Maybe I will love her so much in the future that I am going to ask to help me become a wolfy too, as Vivienne said” and all of them started to laugh.

"Learn to accept reality, without having to regret the situation." *** Luis who is now well-dressed stands in front of the mirror to make sure about himself first, with a confident smile he tidies up his hair to make it look more handsome so that it can make his future wife fascinated. Even though he hasn't proposed to her romantically, he keeps thinks Reya is his future wife, the mother of their future children.

How words were confusing me, what did he mean, serious future? ‘What does that mean?’ I could feel my anger bubbling. ‘We have a future, sure, but not babies and marriage and happily ever after. Our future is this.. Until you move on’. No babies? Little late for that. I looked down, not able to even stand the sight of him right now. ‘Right’. I shook my head, I couldn’t believe this. ‘Don’t be upset’. My head snapped up. ‘Don't be upset?! Don't be upset?! Are you for real!? You basically just told me we have NO future!’. I stood up, my fists balling in anger.

"Then what you're experiencing can't be love. It's not even obsession...if it were true obsession, you wouldn't even consider letting her go. What you have is infatuation. Fantasy. You don't know what she looks like, so there's a possibility that when she reveals her face, you may not even feel anything for her." He sat back. "But you know everything about your wife, don't you? Let's try this. Close your eyes and imagine your future. In the next ten or fifteen years, who do you see yourself with? Who do you see as your partner?" I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it. The future. A home. Children, maybe. Growing old. And in every image, there was only one person beside me. I opened my eyes