Jennifer Morrison Husband Novels & Stories

Then a second message to Lawrence, dictated from memory. "Contact the Morrison family attorney in the Hamptons. Request a private meeting with Alex Morrison. Frame it as an industry consultation. Do not use my name in the initial contact." Lawrence looked up from his notes. "Alex Morrison? The son of Henri Morrison?" "Yes." "He left the restaurant industry. He's been managing his father's care in the Hamptons for the past year." "I know where he is." I set down my phone. "Alex Morrison built Morrison's restaurant into a Michelin-starred institution. He is also the man who has been quietly in love with Kate Ashford for a decade and stepped aside when she married Devan Cole."

They scolded me for hiding my husband and now Hershey was glaring at me. "Why didn't I know that you're married? Your husband is so hot and handsome, Sol. That's unfair! I don't even have a boyfriend. Why are you so lucky?" Hershey continued throwing tantrums. I just laughed and shook my head. I told them about Jordan and our marriage. Of course, they know him as Trevor Evans' illegitimate son and I chose to respect Jordan's decision of keeping his real identity hidden. I know he doesn't like much attention that is why he's hiding the fact that he's the President of the Muller Group.

"Umm...can you possibly remember you had a client, I guess two years back, her name was Onika Coulin." Familiarity suddenly drowned on her feature, "yes I remember her very well, she was a very good lady, with a very troubling past." I exactly know what she ment by a very troubling past. "Mrs. Morrison, I am her husband." She looked at me as if she had seen a ghost, "you are her husband!" She gave me a displeased look.

I forgot that he was with us. "It looks like you're having fun talking," there was a joke in the tone of his voice. "Don't wish for more Dylan, you'll only get pissed off at Dianna. Is she made to believe too much om his husband's lame reasons?" I slightly elbowed Chelsea. "Is your husband Dave, not coming?" I will ask. "He said he'll just go, there's something important that needs to be finished." "Ah, he's good to be with you. I really can't wait for my husband to finish his pile of work at his job."

He moved closer to us, heaving in anger. “I said, get your hands off her now!” Moris quickly let go of me and took a few steps back. He looked at me, “You.. You didn't tell me you were married,” he stuttered, obviously intimidated by Aaron’s presence. “You didn't ask,” I retorted. “Get into your car and get out this minute,” Aaron said. His voice was low and full of authority. The way Moris scrambled into his old Jeep hurriedly would have made me laugh if I were in a more sober condition and wasn't so shaken.

Her family had hastily arranged her marriage to Daniel because they needed to cover up the scandal, and he needed their funds. “And Daniel had no idea?” I asked. “None at all. Also…” Robert pulled out a finance report next. “The Hudson Fund has been expanding these past few years solely thanks to the Winstons’ financial support. If this news is made public…” I closed the file with a cold smirk. Poor Daniel, he raised someone else’s children and killed his own. Serves him right! Robert passed me another file. “Here’s another interesting finding. Victoria got an abortion at a private clinic sometime during her marriage to Daniel.”

Every time I slept with Jennifer Brooks, I noticed that she had changed the sheets. After we finished one night, I finally asked her about it. Jennifer traced her fingers across my chest and gave me a gentle smile. "Obviously, it's because your good friend sweats so much. Every time, right before you and I do it, he gets jealous and insists on going first. I never knew a man could sweat that much during sex until I met him." My mind went blank. I stared at her in disbelief. "What did you just say?" She met my gaze, her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Connor, your father was tortured to death in bed by the women your mother hired, not by me. So every time you lie th

"But now we know the truth. And Hellena will pay for it." "Where is Sebastian?" Mum asked. "Why hasn't he called you?" "I don't know." But I was worried. I was scared. What if he was hurt and he was trying to hide it from me? Later that evening, Detective Morrison came to visit us. "I wanted to update you on the case," he said. "Where is Sebastian?" I asked immediately. Morrison looked uncomfortable. "He's... processing some difficult information." "What information?" "I think he should tell you himself. But Miss Morrell, some things about his wife's death have come to light."

Right at that moment, Yvonne interrupted the happy cheering, "Mr. Moore, when did you divorce Rachel Kidman? How come I didn't hear about it?" Her words were like a loud slap, shattering the illusion of happiness in an instant. The crowd froze, and the hall fell into pin-drop silence. Jason and Philippa looked flustered. Gone was their previous smug satisfaction. Jason soon collected himself. He pulled Philippa closer to him while casting Yvonne an icy gaze. "The woman I choose is my wife. No one else needs to be mentioned." In front of the screen, I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white. All those years, I had used all of my connections and resources to support him in his caree

Sage reminded him, "I'm still married, Mr. Morrison. Your behavior makes you nothing less of a homewrecker. If word gets out, you'll become the laughingstock of the town. "As the CEO of Farsight Investment and the youngest member of the Morrison family, shouldn't you at least be concerned about your reputation?" He kicked off his shoes and said, "Perfect timing. My family's reputation could use a hit. Otherwise, they won't know what they've raised." Sage was tongue-tied. "Dim the lights and go do whatever you need to do. Just don't disturb me while I rest," he ordered Sage around. Sage still felt uneasy. "You might not be worried about your reputation, but I am. I'm still married. I can't ju