Julia Schlaepfer Married Novels & Stories

The little girl, now walking with determined steps and babbling constantly, was the center of attention as she smashed her tiny hands into the frosting. Elena and Julian watched their daughter with matching expressions of love and pride. Julian kept one arm around his wife, the other ready to catch Isabella if she toddled too close to the edge of the terrace. Their marriage had only deepened in the year since the wedding — filled with late-night strategy sessions that turned into passionate lovemaking, shared parenting challenges, and an unbreakable partnership in business and life. “You know,” Julian murmured to Elena as they watched Isabella laugh, “I never thought I’d be the kind of man w

Julia shook her head. Brendan smiled self-deprecatingly. “She’s my wife. We’ve been married for six or seven years by now.” “What!?” Julia was shocked. Confusion was strewn across her face. “Y-Your wife is missing?” “Yes.” Brendan smiled mirthlessly. “I’m sorry for acting out of sorts today, Julia. But it’s because she’s my wife. She left me while I wasn’t watching to elope with another man… while still pregnant with my child.”

"Then I'll pass. Career before marriage." "Haha!" Lydia laughed anyway. "One might even say you're working too hard. Since we've partnered with Everest Group, everything is just getting better by the day—that's why I'm more worried about your marriage. "And you know how much Kayla broke my heart… You're all I have left, Julian…" She trailed off, sobbing in grief. Julian had enough right then and waved her off. "Ugh, fine. I'll see her—just stop crying, okay?"

Poor Jayden had to marry a dominant woman who didn’t love him at all. "I can’t wait to reminisce about our past. Do you still miss your ex-boyfriend?" Julia asked deliberately before picking up a cup of tea from the table. Jacob could see Talia’s hands clenching into fists. They knew exactly who Julia was talking about. "I don’t think it’s wise to talk about the past. Especially after I married Jayden," Talia replied with a flat expression. Julia chuckled. "Oh, I’m sorry. As the wife of a Defense Minister, you must be so careful to protect your husband’s reputation. Even though the past is so close and tempting."

Hilda was also shocked. From Juliana's words, she could hear her desolation and helplessness. She didn't know how Juliana and Alban got together and got married. Juliana was about thirty five years old this year. For a successful movie star, this was still her golden age. She was also at the pinnacle of her career, so it was a bit weird that she would suddenly get married. Was she after Alban's power and influence?

Her hand was very close to the hilt. "It's not like that," Julia explained hastily. She pointed to me and said, "I'm married to him, and he's graciously granted me, on a temporary basis, the fantasy I've had of serving as a sex slave. A week ago, my friend and neighbor saw how much I was enjoying myself and asked to join me. He likes his slaves naked, so a couple miles up the trail, he took our clothes." "You had a fantasy of being a sex slave?" She kept glancing at me as if I might jump up and grab her too.

Five years of pouring my heart out now felt like nothing but a joke. After dinner, Peter went out as usual to “take out the trash.” Half a year ago, Julia Sharp separated from her husband and moved into our neighborhood. She had married a rich man before even finishing college. According to her, her husband had violent tendencies and wouldn’t stop harassing her. Peter wanted to make sure she was safe at home. The sound of the door opening pulled me out of my thoughts. Maybe he was afraid we’d argue again, so he added a few more words.

But then Julia had come along, and Stephen had systematically traded that beautiful, genuine joy for cold, political ambition. He slowly pulled his gaze away from the bleachers, looking over his shoulder to where his new mate was standing. Julia wasn't watching the match. She wasn't cheering for the Claw Mountain fighters. Instead, she was pressed up against the ropes of the holding area, blatantly and aggressively flirting with a massive warrior scheduled for the next round. She was twisting a lock of her hair, batting her eyelashes, and entirely ignoring the fact that her mate was standing less than twenty feet away.

Nonetheless, Julian's curt reply was intimidating. Even through the phone, it was effective in scaring James so much that he felt weak in the knees. It was only after the call ended that he managed to calm down and breathe normally once again. He glared hard at the woman next to him. “Has Julian fought with Kayla recently?” “No,” Lucy, the woman, replied. “Kayla told me that Julian treats her very well, and was even willing to get a divorce for her sake.” A cheerful glint flashed past her eyes as she went on, “James, when our daughter Kayla officially becomes Mrs. Fulcher, will you make me your official wife too? I don’t want to stay in the kitchen and wait on that old hag anymore…”

But the one on her right, she had become deathly still. “You can’t just come in here and bother my guests,” the elderly woman shouted as she followed along behind them. “Girls, I am sorry for this intrusion.” The girl on the right, the one who had become as still as a statue, suddenly flushed and said, “Don’t you worry, Martha. I know this man.” “Indeed,” was all that Julia said. “What are you doing here, Julio?” she asked sharply. Jackson knew from the images that this woman was none other than Natalia Cerone, Julio’s wife. She indeed was a beautiful woman. She also appeared to be extremely standoffish. It was times like these when he wondered if she shouldn’t have gone into another line of