Julie Bragg Husband Novels & Stories

Brigitta growled. Did Brigitta know the woman? The blonde bombshell smirked at Brigitta, “Oh, look who the cat dragged in. What I do with my husband is none of your business.” Husband? What are she talking about? Brigitta moved past me when the woman stepped closer. “It is my business since he divorced your ugly ass a long time ago.” “Brigitta, I don't think it's any of your business; besides, you can go to his office; he is, how shall I say,’ she said, looking at me. “Happy that I am back.” With that, she turned around and left.

The reporter said. " A million dollars." Alex said. Julia switched off the TV. "That is him right? Your husband. " She said. " That bastard!" I said in anger. " How did he know?" I whispered to myself. I was worried trying to figure out how he knew who Bradley was, who told him. " Girl you have to tell me something here. " She said.

Yet now… Julian refused to let go of her, even though she was trying her best to accept everything that came her way, even having her own husband appearing in public with her sister as husband and wife. What exactly had she done to provoke him?

And laid on the bed. He never shared intimacy with Julia since she came to him with Jason. They never slept together. She was just living in his house & to the outside world she was his wife. --------------- "Honey what would you like ?" Jairus was holding two white designer wedding gowns. Only a day was left and Agnes still has to decide.

Jule scurried near Brianna and held her hand with tears of joy in her wrinkled eyes. "How many weeks?" Brianna ignored the crying Jule and directed her question to the doctor. "2 weeks, Mrs Satan." The doctor replied respectfully and stood in a corner, waiting for further instructions, "Where is he?" This time Brianna looked at Jule. "Mister is nowhere in the home. I have tried to contact his assistant, but he is also unaware." Jule awkwardly smiled. She was well aware that a woman needs her husband the most at a time like this.

Greene, is there anyone else who could give me more insight on Julia’s untimely death,* *You should talk to my dear brother in law, Bryan Chesterfield. You see, he believed the rumors that were circulating around. It’s why him and my dear sister, bless her soul, ended up divorced.* *I see. (Martin scribbles down Bryan Chesterfields name.)* *Mr. Apec, I thought you were here to investigate my elder niece, not what happened to Julia.*

* I shoved my phone back into my purse and put a blank check in front of him, "name your price Wilson, we can get in this marriage and carry on with our respective lives, you will be my husband on paper and paper only." He leaned back in his chair and loosened his tie with one hand, the corner of his mouth lifting like he found the whole thing amusing. His fingers tapped once against the armrest before he tilted his head and locked eyes with mine, “Red, you are just as interesting as your name, I've gotten out of fifteen marriages, what makes you think I can't get out of this one.”

“I'm sorry, what?” Bruce put down his cup to look directly at me. “Julie has her baby daddy to do the preparations for her. All I've been hearing is her doing it alone and it's completely exhausting. I haven't had the time to confront him about it. I wouldn't want to have his fist buried in my face again.” He laughed like it wasn't weird. The hell? Could it have been that mum wasn't just doing sneaky things with him? She was also giving him a sneak peek into her marriage? Like seriously?

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

“The identity that your name was Julian Reeds?” My eyes widened. “Yeah, I know about it, Jules. Don’t lie to me.” “I have my reasons,” I said. He just scoffed. “Yes, your reasons included killing my husband, marrying the husband of the diseased person that you killed, and then transferring tens of millions out of the man’s account to a different account. And not only stopping there… using him, playing on his emotions for months on end. Do you think I was stupid? Do you think I wasn’t going to find out?”