He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband Novels & Stories

Did she pick him up off the street and bring him to her condo? I knew Jheanne had a big heart and liked helping people, but what I didn't understand was how things had escalated all the way to marriage with a man she had picked up from the street. Unless... Unless the whole thing was just an act to get back at me. A smile slowly spread across my lips. If that was the case, then everyone deserved to know their wedding was a sham. And so the beggar was rich after all. A businessman. Then why hadn't he gone home to his own family? I'd find out. And I'd start with Jheanne. —

My boyfriend Ethan Carter always had an excuse for Ava Taylor, his childhood sweetheart. She'd lost her parents when she was young, so according to him, I should cut her some slack. If she called in the middle of a date, he'd leave without a second thought and abandon me at the table. When he got his first paycheck, he spent every penny on a gift for her. He didn't even think of getting me anything. When a hurricane hit, he rushed to Ava's side and stayed with her for days. He didn't remember I existed until the danger was over. That was my breaking point. I told him to choose: her or me. He didn't take me seriously. He just laughed and leaned in to kiss me. "Jealous, baby? There's nothing b

I freaked out and tried to fight back, but the man was so strong that he managed to take me to his car. "Stuart!" I tried to shout even though he was not there to help me. Kidnapping incidents have been rampant in the area, and there was news about kidnapped victims being found dead with missing organs because they were illegally used as donors for sick people. If I had known this would be my last, I would have allowed myself to stay with Stuart in one room. At least, before I die, I'd be able to taste heaven with him.

“Tell me it isn’t true.” I felt like the ground disappeared beneath me. “It isn’t! I swear to you, Henry, I would never do this. You mean more to me than money. You have to believe me.” He stepped closer, eyes glinting. “Then explain this.” He threw the folder on the table, papers scattering. “Your name. Your name. Millions gone.” I shook my head, crying. “I don’t know how she did it, but it wasn’t me. Maryshe planted this. She wants me gone so she can have you.”

It belonged to the murky, icy depths of the East River. The memory hit me with the force of a physical blow. Three years ago, my lungs had burned with freezing water. The crushing weight of the sinking car had pulled me down into the dark. Merrick had orchestrated that nightmare. My ex-husband had paid a man to murder me in cold blood just to steal my inheritance. And Icelyn had pulled me out of the wreckage.

"Yeah, it's the holidays. Nobody wants to get dragged into a murder case." Jonathan clearly had no intention of letting things end there. He pulled out his phone and tapped into an e-commerce app. "I found his account. Just like I said, he's been stealing women's underwear and selling it online. It's disgusting." He deliberately angled the screen toward a few of the women nearby, and they were instantly outraged. "Wait, that's the lingerie I lost a few days ago!" Her husband immediately stepped forward and slammed his fist into my face. "You've got some nerve stealing my wife's underwear. I'll kill you!"

I had to keep my promise. “What's happening?” Amos exclaimed. I immediately turned toward the television. What I saw made me jump to my feet. The man claiming to be the husband of the woman Collins intended to marry was speaking live on television. “People of this country, Mr. Collins, the heir to Hart Conglomerate, couldn't find anyone else to marry, so he stole my wife. This is an abuse of power. I have proof that she is my wife. Look at this.” Just as he had done at the hospital, he reached for his wallet.

"Mister, I don't even know you. It's ridiculous for you to claim that I hired you to steal my bag. Why would I do such a thing?" The man's face flushed. "You hired me to steal your bag because you didn't want a divorce!" He turned around to look at Tyler before pointing at Vicky furiously. "Mister Hart, she came to me and said that her husband insists on divorcing her, but she doesn't want it. That's why she hired me to steal her bag! She said that all the documents will be lost, and she can stall the procedures. She said that her husband was being reckless and might change his mind after some time. I thought that it wasn't exactly hurting anyone and could potentially fix up a marriage, all

“Look, you and I could really gain something huge from this marriage. We deeply love each other so nothing should stop us from being together. We can get back together secretly for now while you remain his nominal wife and try to use him…” My jaw dropped watching him plot a takeover about the two of us teaming up to drain Manuel of his wealth. If I thought his shamelessness had been amusing, now, it was straight up disgusting. How was I in love with such a person? And I thought I had become mean, clearly, I was still a saint compared to this douche. Eugene moved closer to me. “You understand what I’m saying, right?” “You two timing bitch!” That voice sounded from behind him.

But memory of Rowan slipped through my mind how his hand touched my skin, how it burned my back and how it made my body react involuntarily. “Perfect! It’s a wrap!” The world I was sucked in, vanish and I was back to the studio where everyone was busy with their own role, my assistant immediately mended towards my needs and before I knew it I was out to the building and headed towards my next appointment. I stare at the building in front of me and to the building next to it. Fire ignited as I was reminded how my family’s business was stolen and was led by people who were underserving of the position… and no matter how hard I try right now to claim it I couldn’t… yet.