Novelas y relatos de Kat Stickler Ex Husband

"Just give me five minutes." "I don't have five seconds for you, Killian." I tried to step around him, but he moved with me. Several people in the lobby were starting to stare. Perfect. Nothing like a scene in my new husband's corporate headquarters to really cement my professional reputation. "I know about your marriage." His eyes were hard, calculating. "To Damien Blackthorne. Quite the upgrade in tax brackets, isn't it?" My blood ran cold, but I kept my expression neutral. "Congratulations on your investigative skills. Want a cookie?"

he asked. "What do you think of yourself huh? Who the hell are you to claim rights on me. I won't fall for your cheap tricks. You are just a coward. You are nothing to me" came the fierce reply. "Stop your rambling darling, take a break. Did you caught cold darling? Your voice is slightly different today" he asked chuckling darkly ignoring her comment which made her furious. "That's none of your business. Don't you know I'm already married and do you have have any idea about my husband Karthik malhotra. If you want to be alive stop stalking me" she yelled at him in firm annoyed voice.

I struggled to shout. "Hugh is no longer your husband. He's currently fuck his new girl. He doesn't care about you anymore," he sneered, "If it weren't for Hugh, I would have raped you by now. Blame yourself for meddling. Don't worry, I only intend to take some photos to ensure your silence. Plenty of people would pay handsomely for nudes of the ex-wife of the Thornton Aviation heir." One of the thugs approached me and forcefully ripped my shirt open. In panic, I turned to Sam, pleading,

- I angrily shouted loudly. I don't know what the hell my ex-husband is doing, but someone known as his personal secretary, is it really Enzo the husband I know? For five years, he hasn't even once cared about his daughter. It's important he doesn't have money, he doesn't have a job.

“I didn’t think I’d run into you here. Then again, you always did love clinging to my leftovers. Case in point, my husband.” Ah. There it was. Now I had to go lower. I stepped forward calmly, pulling the silk dress away from my body as I handed it back to the attendant. “Are you so insecure about your position in your husband’s life that you now have to stalk and harass women who work with him? Anyway I suppose you have many reasons to be scared of being force fed your own poison. Tell me, does everyone know that you fucked Keagan Hall eight years ago when he was still married to his first wife, Jessica? Have you told people that Jessica was, in fact, your best friend from when you both wer

she snapped, fiercely. “What did you just say? ‘Assholes’?” the third guy growled, his anger rising. “Seems like you’re asking for pain.” “I’m sure you know who my husband is. He won’t let you get away with this,” Kate said, her voice sharp. “Who? That lazy man dressed in rags?” the second man scoffed. “Look at me,” the first guy warned. “There’s nothing your husband can do. He’s not a god.”

Sebastien declared possessively. “Who’s your wife?” Charlotte responded. “Have you seen our marriage certificate?” Sebastien replied. “We still have an agreement,” Charlotte said defiantly. “Agreements can be nullified. Maybe you’re already carrying my baby,” Sebastien said, glancing at her stomach. “Did you not use protection?” Charlotte was not ready for a baby. “Protection isn’t 100% effective,” Sebastien said with a smirk. Charlotte sighed, feeling both exasperated and amused. Despite the playful argument, she knew they had to face Claire and the world outside.

LARISSA– Two years later I woke up to someone violently shaking my body. "How fucking lazy can you get? Will you get the hell up already!" Katya hissed at me so early in the morning. I opened my eyes and saw her staring down at me. The fact that she was my husband's mistress still hurt badly even after two years. Katya was still the same person she was that night, she still wanted to control everything and everyone around her even if it meant fucking her brother-in-law on his wedding night.

"And I took odd jobs while I dated Ryan." I bit my tongue to keep my wolf from coming out. He hated the thought of another man touching her, and I knew it was ridiculous, considering one stalked her to my office. I slid my palm down my thigh, and glared out the window. "What about you, Mr. Stickler. When is the last time you dated? I hope it wasn't Stephanie three years ago, because that's sad." I turned my gaze to her and glared. "I don't date."

The stranger behind those messages somehow kept saying things she didn't want to admit to herself. And she hated it…she hated that someone she had never met could see through her so easily because she did miss Adrian. Not the Adrian standing beside Vanessa and not the Adrian who signed divorce papers…not the foolish man that keeps hurting her. She missed her husband. The one who stole food from her plate and like he did nothing afterward…the one who carried her upstairs whenever she fell asleep on the couch, the one who kissed her forehead every morning before work because he insisted it was good luck.