Husband Alexandra Dowling Novels & Stories

Kayla said without blinking, causing me to nudge her with my elbow. I sneer at her. “Don’t forget that guy over there is mine,” I remind her, taking my cup from Dyna. “Yours is there,” I point at her husband playing with their two children and to remind her she is happily married. I watch Alex as he looks at the sky, and from the way he looks, he seems to have tilled the soil already. His shirt is soaked with sweat, and just as he is about to rake the ground, he takes off his shirt and hangs it on the wooden fence.

Alex sat in the dock, still expressionless, as if the trial had nothing to do with him. The judge asked Charles, "Is that the only evidence? Are there any witnesses?" Charles looked to the other side of the gallery, "Miss Emily, Miss Amelia's friend, and this Dr. Louis are available as witnesses, and they can both testify that Amelia was domestically abused. We have also asked several servants who work at Mr. Hall's villa, and they can all testify. Meanwhile, Mr. Alex not only cheated on his wife during the marriage, but also brought his mistress Jenny home and now Miss Jenny is pregnant."

Alexa My name is Alexa Johnson but that was before my marriage, now I am known as Alexa Perkins. I'm 20 years old and wife to one of the hottest bachelor in New York, Elijah Perkins. At the age of 23, he is the owner of top companies in the world that he has built with his hard work along with his father's companies. Well, let me cut the chase and tell you about how we first met. *FLASHBACK* The story begins with our college. When he was in his last year, I was a student of the first year. We had met once or twice but one incident changed everything.

She answered immediately. After hearing that, Alex just walked away without saying a word to the poor young woman. But she was grateful for that because she could breathe in relief. Master Alexander's cruelty can no longer be doubted. He is a cold-blooded killer. A handsome rich mafia who can only be gentle with his wife. Mrs. Aria. Alexander Grissham went downstairs and into the backyard. Sure enough, his wife was in the garden behind the mansion, chatting with her Grandmother sitting in a wheelchair. They sat around a table under a shady tree and all had their backs to him.

Alex said, picking her up bridal style and making his way to the media. “Everyone’s watching, Alex!” Anjali lightly scolded him. Alex laughed. “I don’t care.” “Alright, everybody, enjoy the party! I’m stealing my soon-to-be wife for the night,” he winked. “But Mr. Alex, we heard you’re already married to Clara Greyson?” a reporter boldly asked. Alex shot him a warning look. “The only woman I want by my side is the lady in my arms,” he said, and then he walked out, leaving the venue.

Lately, I’ve started stepping back from most of my Familia duties, only checking in to make sure that everything’s still standing. I’ve let Damian take over. It was the right time. He still has a few years before I hand over the title and Connecticut, but he’ll get there. Alexandra set a plate in front of me, patting my shoulder to pull me out of my thoughts. “Thank you, Alex,” I said quietly. She smiled, then moved to the doors, speaking softly to the gardener outside. I watched her, the way she always gave more than she asked for. Nearly ten years as my assistant, three years as my wife. She’s never demanded anything. Not even once. She never reminded me of what she gave up to marry a man

"Oh relax, he is somewhere around, after all, he is the best man, so maybe he is with Jason." "Yes." We got out of the room and into the living room where I met Tyler. "You look beautiful." Tyler said to me "Thank you." I responded, smiling. I look around the living room, but Alex wasn’t there. He better not ditch me for Jason. "Have you seen, Alex?" I asked Tyler "Uhm-" He looked around the living room before turning around to look at me "No, I haven’t, what’s wrong?" He said "He is supposed to walk me down the aisle." I said and just that moment the music began playing.

“Isabella—” “What?” she cut him off. “You’ve barely been married for what, two months, Alex. Forgive me if I’m skeptical. The whole world watched you turn a broken engagement into a public spectacle. And now I come home to find this stranger living in our house, wearing Mother’s diamond ring?” Her tone laced “stranger” with venom, and my stomach tightened. “Enough,” Alexander said, his voice low. “Elena is my wife. That’s not up for debate.”

I did not know how long had passed, but he was still silently kneeling when his mother arrived. The moment she walked in, she pulled him up in distress. “A man should not kneel! How could you kneel to your wife?” Then, Lexi rushed over, crouched down, and started massaging his knees. “Does it hurt? How long were you kneeling? Do you want me to get you some ointment?” Calvin pulled away from her touch. His eyes were fixed on me. To my surprise, Lexi suddenly put on a wounded look. The instant Calvin avoided her touch, her eyes welled up with tears.

I whispered, earning a chuckle from her. "Alexandria," he said in a surprised tone, "I thought you went to your room." Is he on drugs or something? First, he tells me to come live with him, and now he acts like I'm not supposed to be here. "How are you?" I smiled at him. He cleared his throat and hesitantly walked towards me, "Elena, meet my wife, Alexandria, and Alexandria, this is Elena, a friend of mine." "Your wife? You didn't tell me you got married. Wow, you are actually married," her eyes shooting daggers at me.