He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband Novels & Stories

" I couldn't help it the moment the call went off. I burst out laughing, loud and uncontrolled. It was really funny because I'd been right this whole time. He got whatever he wanted and he must have been shocked when he found out that she had really left for good. My driver glanced at me, probably thinking that I had lost, but I couldn't care less. Artemis, always so cocky, always thinking he could have it all... and now he had ruined his own marriage. Sensational. With a smile plastered on my face, I walked up to the front door and nodded at the maids who were standing there in pairs, cleaning the window. My expression was back to its usual serious look as I opened the door and walked into

I leaned forward, voice quiet and sharp. “I was kidnapped, stabbed, and left for dead while my husband played sugar daddy to a pregnant woman who wasn’t me. My sister nearly died in a car crash while her husband was off playing house with the same woman. We’re not asking you to get involved. We’re asking you to do your job.” He stared for a long time. Then, finally, he nodded. “I’ll see what I can find.” That night, we went back to our old house, not wanting to see the Moretti before the divorce.

which was the love you so desperately wanted but never got from your own flesh and blood, your own father who gave you away in a heartbeat and he didn’t even hesitate to do it… Hmph, I've been trying to make you feel more human because a blow like that would and could hurt anyone's pride, making them feel like less than a human but I guess there is no reasoning with you, so I will put it like this… I bought you, you are my property to do what I please and I want you to marry my son, so that is what you'll do and if you refuse, if you dare defy my orders well… It would be a shame if that 10 million dollar check was reported as stolen, a forgery and grand theft are felonies… Poor Marigold onl

Jessica took another deep breath. “Dorothy’s husband got really bad dementia, and Dorothy had to move him into the pack’s senior care facility. Just before he died, Stephanie and Sheila took advantage of him, if you know what I mean. That caused Dorothy to experience severe betrayal pains for several hours. Apparently, they used a dress that they had stolen from Dorothy to convince her husband that they were her.

"Last night, you broke into a family's home and kidnapped their newborn baby. "To silence them, you ran over the parents when they tried to take the child back. You even drove over their bodies multiple times. "Nevaeh Charlton, you are under arrest." Before I could react, two officers twisted my arms behind my back. "I'm innocent!" I shouted. "Last night I was at home with my husband. We were celebrating our anniversary! "I didn't go anywhere. If you don't believe me, ask my husband!" Wesley looked at me, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. However, when he spoke, his tone was strange. Detached.

I stammered out, shifting nervously on the couch where I sat watching the news. “Oh, come on Hillary, let’s put off the pretense. You know exactly who I am, you man thief. You stole my man from me, you ruined my perfect plans. And guess what honey, I couldn’t steal him back from you no matter how hard I try. You had your claws rooted deep within him, making it virtually impossible to get him away from you. That is why I turned a blind eye when his death was being plotted.

Listening. "I lost everything. My business. My home. My kidney when the mafia came to collect. I spent two years in poverty. Hiding. Barely surviving. Then I discovered my husband wasn't dead. He was alive. He'd stolen my daughter. My designs. My life. And he was building an empire with my best friend using everything he'd taken from me." I paused. Let the weight of that sink in.

Then I saw some old woman who was about to close a shop. " Excuse me." I said but she ignored me. " I need your help. " I said and again she ignore me. Ma'am please. " I said and held her hand, I took out the money I stole in the prince's office. When he called me to tell me the news about my husband, I don't know what he was doing but under table I saw a bag full of stacks of money, I took one stack and he didn't even see me. I was hoping that the money could buy me my freedom. She looked at me. She saw the horror in my eyes.

She just lived and existed because she had me. That wasn't the kind of life I wanted for myself. Living in the shadow of a rich husband was like handing over a gun to a thief, believing he was going to protect you because he promised he would. Me and Damian’s case would be a perfect example of dejavu. Shivering at the thought of it, I walked into the house and went straight to the kitchen. “Hey babe.” I greeted, watching Tracey's mouth fall open at the sight of me. Her smile reached her eyes, and she wiped her hands off with a napkin before coming over to give me a peck.