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“Olivia, do not… try me tonight. I don’t have the capacity to deal with your bitchiness.” “You should really keep an eye on Julian. A little birdie told me he’s planning something that might just hurt you and your father. Best to get ahead of that than wasting time policing your wife’s spending.” He doesn’t turn, but I can tell from the tension in his body that he’s not in the best mood. This brings me some joy from the horrible conversation I’d had with JJ. “If you’re implying what I think you’re implying, you’ll find yourself before a judge.” “That’s only if you can prove anything. And you can’t. Have a good night, husband.”

Emerson Robert kept his promiscuous lifestyle a secret. Mrs. Juliet had seen many photos and videos of shameless young ladies who proudly hosted her husband in their beds, knowing he was a married man and a billionaire. They wanted her to end her marriage, but she wouldn't leave her home for another woman to occupy. So far, her husband hadn't brought a lady home, and no baby mama had shown up to claim he impregnated her. Justin was their only son and child. Mrs. Juliet didn't need another woman to enter her matrimonial home, disturb her family, or try to claim her son's inheritance. Even though she wasn't happy with the lifestyle her husband and son lived, they were still her only family.

Julian gawked down at her before walking out of the snug angrily. The next day, Julian drove out without demanding breakfast. He had not been to the Mile's mansion but he knew where the mansion was located. It was quite early and the road was still deserted and slippery. He pulled over when he drove into the mansion. He had not visited them, so was a bit confused. Leah, one of the domestic staff recognized him immediately and walked up to him. They had heard rumors that Eva got married to Julian Hampton in a secret location, but none of them had heard it from the horse's mouth, so they kept it within themselves.

To the penthouse Elara and Mira had just left from that morning. He could feel Diana’s gaze burning into his back, triumphant, like this was the exact move she’d been waiting for. When he turned, sure enough, she was watching with that sly, satisfied little smirk. “Well,” she drawled, crossing her arms. “Looks like the boy made up his mind. What kind of father refuses his son’s first request?” Julian’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t about you, Diana.” “Isn’t it?” she tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Julian, you just married Elara in secret, didn’t you? I’m sure you thought you were clever. But now look, you’re torn between the little family you built and the real family you neglected.”

"There is a mentally unstable pervert here. He is sexually harassing me and threatening my safety." "Yes, I'm terrified. Please come immediately." Hearing the word "police," Julian froze. He looked at me in disbelief, his hand holding my skirt stiffening in mid-air. "Elara... you're calling the cops on me? I'm Julian... I'm your husband..." I hung up the phone and looked down at him, my eyes devoid of any light. "Sir, have some self-respect." "My husband died a long time ago. He died on that rainy night last year."

Don't they realize how scared Jules actually is of this lunatic? Julia had been sending me articles about this guy, wondering when I would take some action against him. First time she sent me his surgery clip and people's reaction when he asked them if he looked like Jules, second she sent me his interview in which he said he was planning to wed Jules soon, third she sent me his wedding pics, were he is married to a cut out of Jules, and now this! "Oly London says that he is officially married to Jules and that G****e confirms it!"

“Funny thing about enemies, Mrs. Cross. Sometimes they make the best allies… when the game changes.” Elena turned on him. “You’ve hurt enough people already. What could you possibly have to say that’s worth hearing?” Julian rose from his chair, his confidence unsettling. “Perhaps your husband didn’t tell you that his empire isn’t as stable as it looks.” Her stomach turned. “What are you talking about?” “Stop,” Damian snapped. “That’s enough, Julian.” But Julian only smirked, leaning closer to her. “You deserve to know, Mrs. Cross. Your husband isn’t just fighting his rivals—he’s fighting his past.”

Then she sent me a small rebellious scowl before reluctantly mumbling, “Shaun showed up.” “Shaun?” My eyebrows lifted. I wasn’t expecting that answer. “Ex-husband, Shaun, with the violent temper?” Julianna nodded. “Yes. He...” She glanced away, clearly uncomfortable. “Well, I guess he knows about us…” Her eyes slashed to me. “You and me. And he wasn’t very happy about it.” There was more. I could tell from the look on her face. “What did he do?” “Nothing,” she immediately answered. When I narrowed my eyes, she lifted her hands. “I swear. He grabbed my wrist and—”

And she tolerated till now. Although it was like a worst scene a wife could imagine to have, but she felt relieved when Vincent confirmed that the girl is too close with his friends circles. So she isn't doing it to Vincent only. Other than her, Vincent is a caring and loving husband what most of the women want them in their lives. He is breathtakingly handsome, gorgeous, brilliant, extraordinarily strong. He is the self-made billionaire with his picture being covered in every single biggest Magazines in the world. So, having a husband is like blessing. Especially for a woman like Emma Downey who lives up to her heart not wealth, she is fully satisfied with his love and attention until three

"Because it looks like you sold yourself to save the vineyard. It looks like you married some rich stranger for his money." "Marco, stop," their father said, but his voice was weak. Elena's hands trembled. She clasped them together, trying to stop the shaking. "Julian Thorne is my husband. We got married two months ago. And yes, he's the investor who saved the vineyard." The silence that followed was deafening. Her father swayed slightly. Marco caught his arm, steadying him. "Papa, sit down," Marco said, guiding him to a nearby bench.