Husband Alexandra Dowling Novels & Stories

I probably am what he truly wants but what exactly does he want from me? I ignored the rest of their conversation as I got Alex's phone and found one of his favorite men's number, Dylan. I dialed the number on my phone and saved it. I left the living room to try speaking with the guy, only if he wouldn't snitch on me with Alex then I'd be lucky enough to find out the truth. “Hello?" The guy's voice rang from the other end. I cleared my throat, "Hey. Sorry for calling you so abruptly….i- I'm Alexander's wife, your Don's wife.".

I asked. "It's Maria, ma'am," she replied. "Come inside," I said, the door opening slowly and she entered. "Good morning ma'am," she said. "What is it?" I asked, my voice groggy with sleep. "Your husband is downstairs. Mr. Alex has arrived," she replied. "Okay, I will be down shortly," I gave her a tight lipped smile. The sound of the door slamming shut made me rush into the bathroom. I quickly had a shower and changed my clothes. Rushing downstairs to see Alex, I froze when I saw Julian's child lying on my couch.

Spencer to meet and promised to solve the misunderstanding that Adaline had made. Acting to show concern and love for Adaline has become a routine that Alex always does. Alex and Adaline then went to meet Mr. Antonio at the Prince's Cafe. “Good afternoon, Mr. Antonio. I am Alex William, Adaline's Husband. According to what I said on the phone, here I want to clear up the misunderstanding that my wife has done. I understand you must feel very disappointed because my wife is unprofessional. However, I hope you can understand my wife's feelings as she is grieving deeply today.”

for that. Her pulse thundered as her hand touched the doorknob. "There you are. What took you so long?" Joshua's voice greeted her as soon as she stepped inside. "I just got some water. Aren't you sleepy yet?" Alexandra asked, struggling to keep her voice calm. "Not really. Come in-don't just stand there." Reluctantly, she walked toward him. Though she didn't want this, she still respected him as her husband.

Aaron loved it when she mentioned that he was her husband; a smile appeared on his lips; he was happy that she was beginning to accept that and become comfortable with being his wife. The sound of Cat agreeing that Aaron was her husband sent cold shivers down Alex's spine. He hated it so much that he pushed the glass cups that were on the table away. " What's going on there?" Mrs. Dawson stood up and went over to the other side. " It is a mistake; my hands hit the cups, let the maid take care of it," Alex said. He looked at Aaron, then at Cat. No one knew the reason that had happened but Rebecca seemed to understand it and even had to glare at him.

As we walked in Alex waved a few guests while I just walked in maintaining the same smile I had on since I arrived at the venue. Soon we were seated at our table.as other guests arrived. Hello Mr. Alexander Stone. A young man a little bit older than Alex greeted me. Ah! Mr. Cartwright. Good evening. Alex exchanged a hand shake with him. The man kept looking at me, I smiled. "This must be your lovely wife? " "Yes, this Helena. My beautiful wife". Cold Shivers ran down my spine. I missed the beat of my breath.

she continues, though her tone suggests that I am anything but lovely. "Sofia," Alex acknowledges her. "Yes, this is my wife, Olivia. Olivia, this is Sofia Augustine, an old…business associate of mine." I smile politely at Sofia, but my subconscious is whispering, 'Business associate, my arse!' "Pleased to meet you," I say, holding out a hand that Sofia ignores completely. "Alex, we have not seen you at the club for a while now," she says, her voice low and probably meant for my husband's ears only, as she runs a scarlet-painted nail down the sleeve of his jacket.

“A beautiful woman like yourself should have someone tending to her needs. The name's Dylan. What's yours, pretty lady?” “I’m—” “Hey, darling. Who are you?” Alexander just appeared out of the blue, carrying two foil wrapped plates. Dylan stood up in a hurry, brushing his head against the umbrella. “Dylan. I was just trying to help her apply some sunscreen on her back. Who are you?” He made the mistake of trying to intimidate Alexander. “I'm the husband,” He dropped the food and retrieved the sunscreen lotion from Dylan. “Now be a good little boy and get the hell away from my girlfriend, you creep.”

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th