Is Cameron Monaghan Married Novels & Stories

"Are you still mad that I got a villa for Rowena? I'll buy you a better one, alright? Just don't divorce me, and you can ask for anything." I pulled my hand away from his with a look of disgust. "Didn't you say you married me because I was some desperate, pathetic woman who followed your every command, and that you could divorce me at any time? Those were your words, weren't they?" Cameron looked down, looking guilty. "I was pissed and drunk. I didn't really mean what I said." On Cameron's birthday last year, he had his buddies over, plus Rowena, his ex from an eight-year relationship.

“You haven’t told her yet, Rosenda Marie?” Rome turned toward her sister, glaring and motioning for her to keep quiet, but Connie only raised an eyebrow. She handed Rome a glass of fresh orange juice before turning to Precilla. “She’s married to Caligh Carson Montemayor, Precilla.” Dear God. Rome nearly spilled the juice all over her sister. Why did Connie have to say that? Precilla’s brows furrowed before her eyes widened in shock. She stood up abruptly, eyes locked on Rome. “You’re married to Cayson Montemayor?” she blurted out, her tone filled with disbelief.

Now he offered his congratulations to the bride. Of course, Max did not come alone. Next to him was a woman named Vonda Raveena Scott. As it turned out, they had married recently as well. A moment passed. Most of the guests were enjoying their meal. Only a few remained and approached Andreas and Vlora. “It seems that you're just beginning to look tired.” As proof, Vlora had just finished a glass of water. She took a long breath. “It turns out that weddings are indeed tiring.”

Nevertheless, as long as Nathan would make an appearance, something wild would happen. Rex felt even more excited as he made his way to the ceremony. This day has been a year since their wedding. Carmen and Daniel were said to be a match made in heaven. One of them was a young talent who rose up to a star in the finance and economy sector, while the other being the precious daughter of the Adams family. Carmen had a contract with the Stephenson Media Company and had become one of their celebrities. As a matter of fact, it was announced that she would be taking part in a major blockbuster with one of the famous A list actors playing the leading role.

“No, he’s just the frontman. I don’t want you doing business with Carson Donovan – he’s the true kingpin of Morales’ operation.” “What’s Donovan done to piss you off?” “He wants my wife to marry one of his grandsons.” I snort. “You’re not married.” “I am, for about a month now, but it was done in secret very few people know.” Yet you’re telling me. Why? “The last time I checked, bigamy isn’t legal in this country.” “Carson doesn’t know she’s married, but we intend to set him straight on the matter.” “I’m guessing he’s not going to take the news too kindly. But why? I mean, there’s more fish in the sea.”

“Let a gentleman do it. I don't mind,” I almost blanch at that, rolling my eyes so hard I'm surprised it doesn't fall out of it's socket. Cameron never cease to amaze me. He asked me out while I was married to Soren who happens to be his brother, step brother. And of course he's still on it. Is that why he didn't tell Rebecca about Liam? I mean, if he had, she would've been all over me, fussing and throwing threats. My phone pings.

Elena watched him, and for the first time since the ledger, the distance between them didn’t feel like an abyss but like a place where trust might be rebuilt—if actions matched words. A camera shifted, focusing not on Damian but on her. A reporter whose badge read City Now stepped forward and pointed. “Ms. Carter,” she called, voice sharp. “You’re married to Mr. Kingstone. Does his statement change your stance? Will you stand by him publicly as he faces the consequences?” The question landed like a pebble in a quiet pool, sending circles outward. Elena felt each small ring touch a different part of her—Ethan’s steady presence, the hospital lights, the papers in the warehouse, Damian’s tired

“Wait, what? Wasn’t he there the whole time?” “Mostly.” Monica examined her perfectly manicured nails. “He had to fly back for a few days. Family stuff.” “Family stuff, in the middle of your trip?” “Sierra.” Monica sighed like she was explaining something very obvious to a child. “He’s married, okay? I told you that already.” My mouth actually fell open. “You did not tell me that.” “I definitely told you.” “Monica, you did not tell me he was married.” “Okay, well, now you know.” Monica waved a hand again. “It’s not that deep. He’s basically checked out of that marriage. He just has to keep up appearances for his kids, for now.”

, he continued saying, but my mind had drifted to another dimension as I looked at them as he guided Layla out of the office and I nearly burst into tears as soon as the door closed behind them. I sat down hopelessly with Damon's voice playing repeatedly in my mind “I'm taking my wife out for lunch” I covered my face with my hands, feeling tears threatening to leave my eyes. I never knew he was married and yet after all this time, how could he not? I sighed heavily, bringing my eyes up to see framed pictures on Damon's table. One of him and Layla, one of his parents, one with him and Quinton and one with.....a baby?

“There’s been a lot of misunderstanding there too. Miss Monroe is a dear friend, someone I respect deeply. But that’s all there’s ever been between us.” I felt Celeste’s gaze burning into me in rage but she masked it quickly, offering a small, tight-lipped smile for the cameras. “And let me be clear,” Alex continued, his voice firm, final. “The only woman I’ve married, the only one standing beside me now and always, is my wife.” Celeste’s jaw flexed. For a moment, I thought she might break into tears. But she didn’t. She held it together, at least, for the camera