Liv Morgan Husband Novels & Stories

Amy also turned deathly pale, but she was not to be outdone. "If it's true that he is the triplet's father, why has he only appeared now?" asked Mrs. Amy said in an annoyed tone. "And who are you to be so diligent in taking care of Ms. Sarena's household affairs?" asked Elmer in a sarcastic tone. "Mr. Morgan is a very important person and his high position means he often has to travel abroad and they have to be separated temporarily because of work matters. Isn't that normal? Or have you never been separated from your husband, because your husband is just an ordinary company employee who works from nine in the morning to five in the afternoon, continuously every day? So boring marriage

I laid out each piece of the puzzle carefully, then stopped at just the right moment. The onlookers weren't fools. It didn't take long for the crowd to figure out what kind of people the Lovells were, and they began cursing them out. "This family is disgusting! Their son cheats, racks up a ton of debt, and wants to fake his death to escape it all?! He's too much!" "Wait, the mistress is a doctor? No way! Not even soap dramas get this wild!" "Who would dare go to her for treatment in the future? Who knows what kind of shady things she's been involved in!"

Her family had hastily arranged her marriage to Daniel because they needed to cover up the scandal, and he needed their funds. “And Daniel had no idea?” I asked. “None at all. Also…” Robert pulled out a finance report next. “The Hudson Fund has been expanding these past few years solely thanks to the Winstons’ financial support. If this news is made public…” I closed the file with a cold smirk. Poor Daniel, he raised someone else’s children and killed his own. Serves him right! Robert passed me another file. “Here’s another interesting finding. Victoria got an abortion at a private clinic sometime during her marriage to Daniel.”

Arlington was eloquent, always finding the right points to strike, but I wasn’t going to let him get to me. “Alice might be independent, but she’s no cheater,” I asserted. “Unlike you,” Adam sighed, shaking his head. “You can be such a hypocrite sometimes.” “Lily and I are in love, have been since before my marriage to Alice,” I asserted, feeling the heat rising in my chest and face. “That doesn’t change the fact that the child is mine.” “You think it is,” Arlington shrugged. “But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…”

"Yes." Nicholas straightened up. At a single glance from him, four well-trained bodyguards in black appeared from seemingly nowhere and took control of the situation. Martha and Linda had never seen anything like it. Their legs gave out on the spot. "What are you doing? Let go of me! I'm Mr. Carter's wife!" "Ryan! Help us! Ryan!" Ryan panicked and shouted at me, "Victoria, have you lost your mind? You can't do this to me! I'm your husband, and you're carrying my child!"

He's killing me in his head right now. He came back to the country a month ago with his girlfriend. He was planning to introduce his girlfriend to his family, but he was surprised by an engagement party with me. Rogue's father is a politician, and because of that, Rogue couldn't do anything but keep his mouth shut. I remember how he looked at me with spite the night of the engagement. We used to be friends, but he can't even look at me now without hatred. “Rogue Harrison, do you take Lily Torrealba as your wedded wife? Do you promise to love her, cherish her, and stay faithful to her?”

There was great confusion in the sitting room as the result was passed from one person to another except for Mrs Morgan and her friend. “Dad…” Adrian asked, with a tone for him to answer. “Since I got married to your mom, I had never cheated on her. Even when we were dating.” “This test has proven you wrong.” His wife interrupted. “Amber, where is your mother?” Mr Morgan asked. Amber couldn't say a word at first. She walked and sat down. “She is dead,” Adrian replied. “You broke my heart,” Mrs Morgan pointed at her husband. “You are accusing me for what I do not know. I never slept with any woman. If only Amber's mother was alive.”

My husband meant to say that I should cool down before coming home and not let this side of me be shown to his son and daughter. Damn that old man, he cares only about his reputation. I'm just a trophy he wants to use when he needs it. Something he can brag about when he meets his friend. Someone he can use in exchange for power and support. How long do I have to suffer and act? Then my mind flashes back to the one person I hated the most. Alexandria Morgan, How come she can manage to snatch a billionaire when she's so dumb and naive? Clyde Harlington was a big catch. Single, A successful businessman and one of the most sought after bachelors in America. There wasn't even any news that he go

“Everyone at the De Luca house… they ignored me. Completely. Except Fran, but even she couldn’t fix the way my husband and his mother treated me.” Her father’s brow furrowed slightly, though his expression remained calm. “I sensed as much,” he said. “That family has always measured everything by appearances. You should not let it affect you.” She hesitated, then took a breath, her fingers curling around the glass. “There’s more,” she continued. “Gianna Moretti… she’s in Chicago. Adriano is spending a lot of time with her. I… I can’t ignore it. I think they’re—” She paused, searching her father’s face. “I think they’re involved. More than just friendly.”

The blonde hair and the eyes might hint at a similarity, a fleeting resemblance – but that was it. The obliviousness stemmed from the fact that the Miller family had never met her brother, Cole. He had been abroad, dealing with serious business issues. The Millers had only heard she had a brother but hadn't cared to know his name or see him; they probably would have forgotten she had one, as no one truly wanted the marriage except Mr. Miller. Lawson himself hadn't wanted it but had surprisingly agreed, probably out of gratitude, she thought, or for some other reason she didn't care to dwell on.