Kira Kosarin Husband Novels & Stories

I'm used to be neglected in this house though I'm his wife. I'm Tyra Louise Skyler-Grey, the wife of the known billionaire in town named Karl Matthew Grey. Our marriage wasn't like in the romantic movies where the girl and boy love each other and they decided to be with each other until the rest of their lives. My life isn't romantic at all. I often describe it as a tragedy. Matthew and I didn't know each other. I just know him when my father introduce me to him as his bride to be. Even I was to shock to know that I was getting married that time. I literally have no idea what's going on.

"I raised you to study, not to let you learn your mother's habit of seducing men. That woman is dead but the dirty blood is still flowing in your body. You make me very disappointed." Aretha was hit very hard by Oscar. She staggered backward, the corner of her lip-biting so hard that it bled. Blood stains appeared on her weak white face at the corners of her lips, which further enhanced the beauty of Aretha's face. "My mother died without closing her eyes. She did not want to let a beast like you live in this world. My mother was your official wife, but you forced my mother to commit suicide so that you could marry Daria. I am your daughter, and now I have been turned into a stepchild. Do yo

I forced down the corners of my lips, resisting the urge to smirk. “How dare you treat my daughter like that!” my dad roared. My parents’ presence kicked the roiling atmosphere into an even higher gear. “I know that man! He’s Mr. Smith, an uber-wealthy icon in the financial world!” “That woman next to him is Lydia Cane, the famous violinist!” “And that ridiculously handsome young man is Shane Johnson!” “Whoa, Jonas’ ex is a huge deal!”

The caller ID is boldly written there. MOM with love emojis. His mother dialed his number again, worriedly. She saw the pictures Yulia posted last night. She posted a video too of herself kissing Franklin, with caption "We're back together, legally" Franklin is married to Thalia, how is it legal? It can't be true, her son can't leave Thalia for that witch. She has always loved Thalia, ever since she came into her son's life—he changed more than she thought he'd.

frustration welled up within the both of us and i guess it did in our mother too cause we three turned to him, demanding an explanation for this bewildering situation. He seemed to have gotten over his shock because with all seriousness written all over his face, he stretched out his hands towards mine as if to offer comfort for the heartbreak which his statement was going to give me. “Hela dear, that man standing over there in a royal regalia whose name is Eros Rain Vasilios is indeed your husband to be and the man beside him is his brother Atlas Storm Vasilios. The one who accompanies__” “Well that information is sufficient enough to let you know what i mean to you, and i would like us to

Not when it clearly stated in their deal that so long as he was married to their daughter, their partnership would go on. ‘One would think those idiots would know political marriages would not last as long as a real one. How that human is their daughter will forever be a question for me, when she was able to catch on fast to my relationship with Kiara,’ he had to wonder, recalling how shocked Christen was when she found out. Only it was not just solely one of surprise on how close he was to Kiara, as it seemed to be more out of realization of their relationship, and the depressing way she tried to deny that fact, only to seemingly accept it in the end. ‘Well, not that it matters to me what h

“And could you kindly guess who he was graciously getting all sweaty with?” My brain was already blank, not knowing anyone to think of to match their vibe. I had no idea, but I still had to try, “Don’t tell me it's his wife's maid.” They screamed like crazy people, and of course, they are more than crazy. “She’s back!” Mo announced like she was reading the weather. “In full gloss, full lingerie, and fully breaking marriages.” “Your lover boy’s shameless ex is now the mistress of your evil ex-therapist’s husband,” Kira narrated. “That’s enough drama dished out on her plate by karma.”

The baby immediately began cooing happily in her arms, tugging at the collar of her shirt. I stopped, my chest heaving as I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my wrapped wrist. I stared at her, my eyes narrowing. “What’s the problem?” I asked, my voice sharp. “You look stressed.” Kira didn't look at me right away. She kept her eyes on Vladimir, rocking him gently before she finally spoke, her voice flat and dead. “Don. Matvei. It’s true. He is truly getting married to Grace Moretti.”

"Ares, this is Miaree. My best friend from high school. You’ve spoken to her briefly on the phone." "Nice to meet you," I said. I let my arms drop from Kia's waist, straightening my shoulders as my professional demeanor clicked into place. My voice dropped into the cold, even register I used in the Vueravista boardroom. "I am Kianna’s husband, Ares France Vuertalejo." Kia immediately reached up, her fingers pinching my cheek with a sharp tug. "Stop doing that! You’re going to terrify her if you look that serious."