Is Nathan Fillion Married Novels & Stories

“I went back six years, a year before she married Lucian. I got into archived surveillance, travel logs, financial traces, everything I could access and was finally able to get some footages of Elena and Nathan.” I held my breath as my grip on the phone tightened. “What’s on the footage?” “Mehn… they are both a piece of dirty work,” she replied, her tone dripping with a kind of disgust that made my stomach turn. “She was still involved with Nathan even after she got married to Lucian and even after your engagement with that piece of shit. I’m sure she was getting him all the information he needed on Delacroix.” “I suspected as much,” I muttered.

“They’re celebrating Adrian and his lover finalizing their wedding date.” Silence, except the loud thumping of my heart against its ribcage. Adrian and Vivienne want to celebrate their wedding date? Already? I’m suddenly pulled out of my thoughts by Nathaniel’s smooth voice. “Does that disturb you?” I open my mouth to reply, but the word sticks to my throat because saying it doesn’t bother me would be a lie. I’ve been with this man for seven good years, paused my dreams to have his child, and now, he’s celebrating a new marriage with his ex.

Arini, too, felt that giving him a second chance was the right decision. "Darling, did you... did you marry someone else while I was gone?" Arini asked softly. The question caught Nathan off guard. "What makes you think that?" he asked, clearly avoiding the truth. Arini already knew the answer, but she wanted to see how he would respond. She understood he likely didn't want to ruin the happy mood by mentioning his marriage to Monica. Nathan didn't even realize how close she and Monica actually were. The Disappearance While looking at Arini, Nathan suddenly thought of Monica and quickly pushed the thought away. He began to panic, realizing Monica might come home and find Arini there. He could

Well, tomorrow will be our marriage anniversary, I will think of something amazing to get for him and I am sure he also has plans for me. Weeks passed by and still not a word from Nate and when I called his cousin, he told me Nate travelled out of the country. How could he leave just like that without telling me? Is he regretting that night we made love? I got about two weeks left at the hospital and I started hearing gossip about Nate and Chloe. I was told by Daisy that Chloe is claiming to have had sex with Nate and he promised to get married to her. “She said that?” I said with a cracked voice.

I remember staring at her pale face, thinking it was my fault. Now here we are. And if she didn’t open her mouth and talk, if she kept pushing me with that stubborn silence—God knows I would have finger-fucked her right there just to break her pride. At least then she’d understand I’m not the kind of man who plays gentle games. Sooner or later, she will learn the truth about the man she married. My phone buzzed. My assistant’s name lit the screen and I answered immediately. “Sir, a few people in Chicago found out you’re married. Do you want me to die down the news?”

He was always like this, emotionally stable and elegant, even when stabbing me in the back. "You know?" He asked, his tone as calm as if discussing tomorrow's weather. "Why is it Elena?" I asked tremblingly. "Why is our marriage legally invalid? Why is she your wife?" Killian sighed, reached out to pull me into his arms, his fingers gently running through my soaked long hair. "Halen, you are always so serious." He lowered his head and kissed my forehead, a coaxing tone in his voice. "That's just a piece of paper. You know, the only person I love is you. My future, my children, everything I have is yours."