Kiki Shepard Husband Novels & Stories

The NYPD homicide investigation remains active. I kept reading. The second half of the article was worse. Questions have also emerged regarding Kensington's long-claimed marriage. Sources allege the mysterious husband—whose identity has never been publicly confirmed—may not exist. Kensington has cited an undisclosed marriage for seven years without producing documentation or introducing a spouse to family, colleagues, or business partners. Critics suggest the marriage narrative was constructed to protect her professional reputation as a single mother. I set the phone down on the desk and breathed in once.

Kiki closed her eyes trying to calm her nerves. “Shawn I told you last night, that me and you can't happen. You have too many fans and groupies that are crazy and don't know how to act. That is not what I want to deal with because that has landed my ass in jail. Now you might think that is something that is worth the risk but I don't. So just go be with that wacko fruit cake make her your basketball wife and be done with it, with me. Essence pay the bill and I will send you my part later, I’m going to the car.” Kiki said getting up, I could tell she was pissed or just hurt I didn't know I was just shocked at what she said.

I knew for sure he must think of something that Keene was aware of my affair with Westley, yet he didn’t stop his wife. Skip turned to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Walk me out, brotha.” When we reached my door, he eyed me intensely. “That’s the husband?” “Your voice,” I hissed. “And yes, he is.” I had to look away. “And sick,” he whispered. I wanted to roll my eyes because he was aware, yet he had to ask. “Yes.” Skip nodded slowly in understanding. “We’ll talk later. Call me if you need anything.”

“There has simply been a misunderstanding. You are correct that a union is being announced tonight between the King family and the Vance family.” She paused, turning her head slightly to look at Arthur, who gave her a single, slow nod of approval. “But I am not your fiancée.” Julian gasped, backing a step on the stage. “What the hell are you talking about? We’ve been dating for two years! We planned this tonight!” In the background, Chloe’s face had gone pale. Her mouth was slightly open as she clutched her pearl necklace, eyes darting toward the media cameras recording every second of this disaster.

"Of course I am. I have a husband." Robert didn't believe her. "You mean your brother? Why would you spend New Year's with your boyfriend?" "He's my husband. My actual husband. Kieran Kingsley." "Oh, you're just like all the other girls on the Internet. They all love calling him their husband. He probably doesn't even know you exist." Valerie stuttered, "Wait, no, you have to believe me, Robert. My husband is Kieran Kingsley. I'm his wife. I'm a rich housewife."

Asher was the only one she ever loved, and she never thought about anyone else. "Exactly, don't forget that I am your husband and you are my wife. I didn't go out and sleep my way with the female population of Nepolis because I am your husband. It doesn't have anything to do with someone who chooses their career over me" he replied with a hint of anger. He never raised his voice on her before. This is the first time. Aria's hands slipped down from his face and she took a step back.

Anyone could tell at first glance that the woman had come from a noble background, most presumably the wife of a prominent family. The woman smiled at Willow and introduced herself. "My husband is from the Chapman family." Willow suddenly remembered her. This woman's name was Heather Kipling, and her husband was Timothy Chapman, from Aurelia Group. Timothy's business was often more focused in the southern part of the country, Soudern. That was why Willow had only just caught a glimpse of Heather before. Seeing that Willow recalled who she was, Heather grinned and said, "I saw you as soon as I arrived. You must be Mrs. Ziegler, Julian's wife. Right?"

Kierra “From what I understand, your husband worked for Vance Oil on one of their rigs for six months before his passing. Is that correct?” “That’s correct.” “What was his prior profession?” “He was a mechanic. He loved working on cars and motorcycles.” “And perhaps Kiyah will follow in his footsteps one day,” he commented, watching her draw a car on the yellow legal notepad.

I really don’t want to leave Ashley alone, but I have to deal with Kane. I will humiliate him so badly that he won’t know what else to do with his life. “Welcome Don.” “Thank you Santiago, let’s get to business. I need to get back to my wife.” I miss her already. “You would make me marry my girlfriend.” “Oh please do.” “She’s in anger management bro.” “Then leave her.” “I can’t. She gives the best, mind-blowing blowjob, don't get me started on the doggy style, ooo.”