Novel & Cerita He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband

"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

Inside was a stack of old documents. She placed one in front of us. It was a photograph of Victor, Elizabeth, Adrian, and Jonathan Reed. All four were standing together at what looked like a business event. I stared at Jonathan. “This was before he died.” “Yes.” My mother pointed at him. “Jonathan discovered Victor was stealing from his companies.” I nodded. “We know that.” “No,” she said quietly. “You know part of it.” She pointed at Elizabeth. “Elizabeth discovered it too.” Then she pointed at Adrian.

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

So, all that talk about devoted friendship had been nothing but an act. She only lured me here so Warren could take advantage of me and get rid of the person she saw as an obstacle between her and Quinn getting back together. Forgiving her the first time made me stupid. If I forgave her a second time, I'd have no one but myself to blame. But no matter what, I had to get out of here first. Warren came out wearing only a towel, and his disgusting hands started roaming over me. I grabbed the ashtray I'd hidden beneath the bedsheet and smashed it against his head with all the strength I had left.

“She bought the diagnosis from a private clinic.” “Impossible.” He rejected it at once. “I saw her cut her wrist. There was so much blood.” “You saw what she wanted you to see.” I took out my old phone. It no longer had a SIM card. It only held recordings I had transferred before I left. I opened one. Livia’s voice came through the speaker. “That blood pack looked so real. Adrian’s face went white.” Another woman laughed. “And he believed it?” “Of course. He does everything I say now.”

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.”

At the very bottom of my husband Raymond Hudson's safe, I dig out an old phone that doesn't even have a passcode. It takes only three seconds to turn on. Yet, those three seconds shatter my seven-year marriage into pieces. The lock screen wallpaper isn't our wedding photo. It's a candid shot of a young woman. She's seated at the piano, and her profile's soft and gentle. Raymond stands in the shadows. The tenderness and restraint in his eyes are so intense they could drown someone. It's a side of him I've never seen before. That young woman is Monica Melanie, a college student whom Raymond and I've been financially supporting for years. My hands and feet go numb as I tap on the memo o

“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.