Lauren Jones Husband の小説・ストーリー

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

'I will kidnap her and bring her to your bed in two days' Lance promised, as his ego was hurt badly because a woman easily escaped from his clutches and bruised his ego. Lance was looking at Asher Morrison carrying his wife and 'Assistant' Aria White. When he first saw Aria outside the Morrison group that evening, he couldn't believe his eyes. He thought he is imagining things. But now, looking at the once clumsy teenage girl grow up into a sexy Vixen who is apparently Asher Morrison's wife, he felt like his mind is whirling.

"We found something! The LLC's registered to a Derek Holcomb." Michael's lips curled into something that resembled a smile but carried none of its warmth. "Elliott's husband." The name hung in the air like smoke. Elliott Lane—Alex's older brother, the golden boy of Silicon Valley, the only person who had stood by her during the divorce. The man who had called Michael "a cancer on the business world" at a TechCrunch conference last spring, knowing exactly which reporters were within earshot.

Defeated. "So this is it? You wanna divorce me and shack up with my UNCLE? Not gonna happen. I'm NEVER signing those papers." He said it like it was some mic drop, then slammed the door like a total drama queen. I just sat there on the bed, dead quiet. Marriages like ours? They're basically ticking time bombs. And when they blow, they don't just crack—they torch everything in sight. After a long pause, I looked at Lionel, guilt creeping in. "Sorry... I dragged you into this mess."

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.

I took a deep breath and tapped my phone against my forehead while closing my eyes. Lauren went back to her hometown with her friend Joyce and a business tycoon, Vincent Holster, who claimed that he knew her brother. Lauren Shaw…. She said that she is an orphan. Then, from where did this brother come? “You have been together with Lauren, and yet you didn’t know if she has any living relatives or not? That’s really great of you.” Joyce’s sarcastic words burned my eardrums. Yes, I didn’t know a thing about my wife.

She couldn’t understand how such a coincidence had happened. When she had heard that he was back, she hadn’t expected that their first meeting would turn out like this, but instead of the happiness of meeting an acquaintance, Lauren felt panic, not for her, but for her friend. She knew how Sandra felt about this man and knew that she had only been acting strong. Lauren had secretly hoped that the news that he was back was fake but it turned out to be true and she had met him, and worse still, he is a close friend of her husband!

Before I could answer, the man rushed into the bathroom and turned his back to me to relieve himself. "Long time no see," he said casually. "I'm surprised to find a goody-two-shoes like you in a place like this. Is Caspian here? No? I haven't seen him in a hot minute; I kind of miss him!" Realization dawned on me—he was my husband's friend, Jason Laurier. I had only met him once, on the day of our wedding, when he had served as the best man.

"She hasn't signed it yet?" That second voice belonged to her husband. Victor. The ruthless billionaire her uncle had practically gift-wrapped and handed her to eleven months ago. "She will," Arthur chuckled, the sound of ice clinking against a glass echoing in the quiet house. "Emily is a good girl. She still thinks this marriage is a business merger to save Hart Enterprises. She actually believes that once the restructuring is done, she’ll step into her father's old seat as CEO." Victor let out a dry, humorless laugh. "A CEO? She’s a placeholder, Arthur. The moment the clock strikes midnight and the marriage reaches the one-year mark tomorrow, the legal transition goes through automaticall

He hated Zachary very much, and today was the chance for him to make him angry. “I do not believe in your bullsh*t!” Zachary was infuriated. “Jackson Miller, are you shameless? Yvonne is going to marry Yosef Turner soon. Now you are in the States to cause trouble? What the h*ll do you want from her? When will you let her go?” Jackson said with a smile, “Who said that Yvonne is going to marry Yosef Turner soon? She is my wife and Leo is my son. How could I let my wife marry another guy and let my son call that guy his father?”