Lauren Jones First Husband Novels & Stories

Days had passed and Lauren still couldn't believe that the man she had loved and lived with for years had betrayed her and even planned to kill her after seizing her remaining properties and lifetime designs. She had cried and hoped everything was a dream but every morning when she woke up to see the empty house, Lauren’s heart became calm and solid and now, she wished to confirm everything one last time. On that day when she had visited Julian’s office, Lauren had planned to tell him about his promise to get married to her before her 25th birthday.

“How do you know about their life.“ Lauren gazed at me with a frown. The three simple lines in her head told me she didn’t like my suspicion about her ability. I would have appreciated it if she said something more credible instead of the one thing that she was claiming. “The woman in the black mini dress is Alexia Jones. She has been married to TEC specialist Gio Jones for five years now. She is his third wife, and their children are Mr. Jones’s seventh and youngest ones. Before becoming Mrs. Jones, she was a part of a cult that had been practicing polygamy for over a hundred years now. She was only fourteen when those people arranged a marriage for her with her uncle, who was fifty-five ye

Her father was seated in in his mini study looking at God-knows-what. Lauren took a deep breath to calm her nerves, “I am not getting married.” She stated matter-of-factly expecting a second outburst from him but nothing came. Just silence. Eerie silence. “I said, I. Am. Not. Going. To. Get. Married.” She reiterated, punctuating each word. A low growl escaped his lips, like he was supressing his rage or something. Then, he threw a newspaper at her, “Perhaps, if you hadn’t been all slutty, you wouldn’t.”

She came out of the kitchen after a few minutes with two glasses of champagne in her hands and when she came to where Ron was sitting, she handed a glass to him and she sat on another sofa opposite him. ********** She sat on the stool infront of the large dressing mirror and her husband laid on the king-sized bed. She was wiping away her makeup and tieing her blonde hair behind her. Her husband laid on the bed, he was not yet asleep, his eyes were wide open, looking at his wife. It was the Miller couple. "Lauren is worried." She suddenly spoke. "About what?" He tossed to look at her. "It's Ron. I think they should get married as soon as possible, the boy's behavior shows that he might refuse

"May I know why you have such strong feelings against my husband?" Lauren scowled at her brother, giving him the ‘go ahead and tell her' look. "Everyone dislikes Drew, so that's not surprising. They played with my sister's feelings years ago, and that's what really upset me. Not to mention that your husband was excessively arrogant." "Played?" Lily asked in confusion. "Well, your husband took Finn to the club where he was a member during the first few months of our marriage. He hired a prostitute for my husband," explained Lauren with a bitter smile.

After wrapping up my tasks at work, I called my husband, Christian Clark. "Honey, don't forget to come home for Christmas today! I have some good news to share with you!" On the other end of the line, Christian's voice sounded rushed and tense. "Shiloh, there's an urgent issue with the company project. I need to check on it right away! Juni already finished her bottle and is asleep, so don't worry!" Those two sentences filled me with unease. Our daughter, Juniper Clark, was just over a year old. How could I possibly not worry about her being left alone at home?

Laura I rushed into the hospital, my heels clicking against the floor as I ran toward the doctor’s office. The moment he saw me, his brow furrowed. “Mrs. Wilson, this is unlike you,” he said, concern lacing his voice. “I have been trying to reach you and your husband. But your husband has been ignoring my calls.” Lucien hadn’t mentioned a single thing about the doctor’s calls while I was at that humiliating party. My chest tightened with a mix of fear and fury. I would have left that nightmare of a celebration if I had known my son’s life was at risk.

He fixed his mother with eyes that no longer recognised her. “So technically, you were never my father’s wife. Mr Jones is your real husband.” His gaze snapped to Jones. “And you’re content sharing your wife with another man? Pretending to be cousin, meanwhile, you two are secretly keeping your relationship alive." Jones barely moved, but shame spread across his face like an oil slick. Lucas rose, the temperature in the room plummeting with him. “My father built a legacy… while you two built deceit.” He leaned in, a silent beast unchained.

He would constantly murmur, “Eve, I’ve finished the design for your wedding dress. Why won’t you come try it on...? Meanwhile, Zane and I held our wedding at a glass conservatory on the banks of the Seine. When someone informed Alexander about it that morning, he sprinted madly to the venue, only to be stopped by security. Through the glass panes, he saw how radiant I was in the wedding gown that Zane had designed. I was smiling brightly as I held Zane’s arm. Zane slipped a ring onto my finger and kissed me with deep affection. At that moment, Alexander’s world collapsed completely, and he saw nothing but gray. He pounded violently against the glass but failed to make a sound. The security g

Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire. I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about. That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don. It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency. Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network.