Is Skyler Henry Married Novels & Stories

"There are a few more people I need to impress tonight. And since you're my future wife, you're coming with me." Aurora forced a polite smile as he led her through the crowd, her body hyper-aware of his touch. They stopped in front of a tall man in a navy suit and a woman dripping in diamonds. "Ah, Damian," the man greeted warmly, shaking his hand. "And this must be the fiancée we’ve heard so much about." Damian's hand gently squeezed her waist as he pulled her closer. "Yes, this is Aurora Lane. Aurora, meet Richard Caldwell, one of the board members of Blackwell Enterprises, and his wife, Elaine."

“Time to remind him what I own and what he can lose.” Karen blinked. “You can’t just” “Watch me.” He turned his back as the call connected. “Mr. Blake? This is Henry Frost. I suggest you handle your wife before she starts something you can’t afford to clean up.” Karen couldn’t hear the response, but from the way Henry’s jaw ticked, it wasn’t a pleasant one. “Good,” Henry said coolly. “Because next time, I won’t call. I’ll act.” He ended the call and turned to Karen.

She yells, standing up. " She is in bad position. Ash! Take her to your apartment. I will call your family to inform that you two won't make it." " Thanks, Darla. I really wanted her to meet rest of our family!" Vincent's eyes widen in shock when he hears their conversation... " She has already met another man's family! Haha! Good Job! Emma. I thought you were a good and understanding person but you are actually -..." His mood becomes gloomy, eyes are dark and stern... " You are mine. There is no way you can escape from this marriage!"

“You all right?” I stretched out my blood-covered arms. My shirt and pants were drenched. My fingers ached when I wiggled them. I smiled wryly. “My wife has been fucking her half-brother our entire marriage, Daniele.” My words died in my mouth, my throat becoming dry. Felix got up with a wince. He stepped over the corpse and almost slipped on the blood. “Fuck,” he growled before he stopped in front of me. He held out his hand.

You've never once loved anyone but yourself! I didn't bother pulling my punches. "Mr. Clark, Gideon and I received our marriage certificate from the state three days ago. We are now a legally married couple. So, if you have nothing else to say, please leave." I couldn't resist adding a snide remark, "You should go to Sophia if you're going to throw a hissy fit. After all, you two had registered your marriage and are a lawfully wedded couple." "No! I don't have a wife! Not anymore!" William shouted in desperation.

"Isn't it obvious? Since I met you in the hallway, you're the only real man who appeared before me. I… I don't know why, but I think…." "Don't. Please don't," Skye said and sniffed as tears pooled in his eyes. "Look. You're just driven by your emotions. I'm not an ideal guy for you. Besides, you have Ethan. You are the king and queen of the campus. You're just confused," he said while he was as if stabbing his own heart. He didn't imagine himself someday pushing her away when she finally had feelings for him. Skye was only this for her sake. She had no future with a rubbish man like him. That was his love.

The moment she stepped into the kitchen, Tasha, her best friend and co-worker, pounced. “Oh. My. God.” Tasha dragged her into the back corner, eyes wide with excitement. “I saw the pictures. You actually married Damien Lancaster?!” Sienna groaned. Here we go. Tasha smacked her arm. “Don’t ‘here we go’ me! What the hell, Sienna?! You disappeared for a few days and came back Mrs. Billionaire Heir.” Sienna sighed, grabbing an apron. “It’s… complicated.” Tasha folded her arms. “Then un-complicate it. Spill.”

He turned his head back toward me, his face still angled from the slap. “Are you angry, Sky?” he asked, his eyes gleaming oddly. “You’re angry at me, aren’t you?” “So what?” I hissed. But he suddenly burst into laughter. “I knew it. I knew you still love me!” “Are you insane?” I snapped. “If you are, admit yourself to an asylum. I’m leaving!” “No,” he said calmly. “You still haven’t drunk our wedding wine.” He snapped his fingers. Rowan stepped forward, holding a tray with a wine glass.

HAYLEY "Will you marry me, Hayley Marie Basco?" Those words kept ringing in my mind as I tried to think of what I have done in the past to deserve this situation. Few days ago, my long-time boyfriend Harold Wilton proposed to me and I said yes to him. His charming smile was still vivid to me as he reached for my lips and kissed me in front of the people who had witnessed our love for each other. We were already planning our wedding. But, guess what?

She slides my cup towards herself and grabs my hand after I stand up. "Sky, I love you, you know that right?" I nod, knowing what she's saying without saying it. My husband doesn't love me, I don't think he ever has. That thought should cause tears, but all I feel is anger. I lean down and kiss her on top of her head, then walk to the bathroom.