Marilyn Monroe Spouse

My husband, Commander Jonathan Shelby, was leaving for the military. During his farewell dinner, our neighbor, Mrs. Murphy spoke with glee, as if she was gloating at somebody else’s misfortune. “You’re truly a magnanimous woman. Commander Shelby gave his military spouse quota to Anna instead of you, and you’re still sending him off!” I found her statement ridiculous. “Impossible. My husband hates pulling strings. In the past, he also had a quota on hand. Instead of giving it to me, he gave it to an educated young man so that he could return to his city.” Mrs. Murphy only grew more animated. “I saw the approval report with my own eyes. Under the column of Commander Shelby’s family member, the name ‘Anna Stewart’ was written on it. “Commander Shelby has been supporting two households for a long time. Weren’t you aware of it?” I felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck me. I turned to look at my parents and Jonathan. Guilt was written all over their faces. My parents took my hand. “Anna is a widow. Being a widow alone has already spoiled her reputation. If she remains in the village, they’d judge her for the rest of her life. “Nancy, you’re Jonathan’s legal wife. You need to help her out.” At that moment, my heart ached as if someone had sliced it piece by piece. Fine. I would be as magnanimous as they wanted me to be. I would personally give Jonathan to his widowed sister-in-law.

The Rossi mafia family followed an ancestral rule. Before marriage, the heir received one chance each year to draw lots. Drawing a fortunate lot meant he could choose his own spouse and avoid an arranged marriage. Dante Rossi drew an unfortunate lot for five consecutive years, and I, who had been dating him for seven years, never managed to marry him. This year marked the sixth year. I overheard his conversation with Marco Valentino, the Underboss. "Mr. Rossi, you drew a fortunate lot again." Dante's voice carried an unprecedented coldness. "Same as always, switch it to an unfortunate lot." Marco hesitated, then tried to persuade him. "Mr. Rossi, you've switched it for five years straight. Aren't you worried Celia will leave? Celia's the most beautiful woman in Nopales. Half the men in the city are chasing her." Dante said with absolute certainty, "She won't. Celia loves me too much. She won't marry anyone else. "Years ago, Livia's father died saving me. His dying wish was for me to stay by her side for five years. After this year ends, I'll give Celia a grand wedding as compensation." My last shred of hope died after I heard those words. Dante probably did not know that the Rossi family had one final ancestral rule. If the heir failed to draw a fortunate lot six times, he would lose the right to choose his own marriage. Moreover, I would soon be marrying someone else.

“God—” “Not God,” he muttered against my neck, biting the skin there. “Me. Say my name.” “Dorian!” I cried, back arching. “That’s it.” He stroked faster, his thumb teasing over the tip, slicking me up. “Good boy. Take it.” Ezra Monroe was raised to be pure. The perfect choir boy. Twenty-two and untouched—soft voice and eyes that have never looked too long at sin. But one man ruins everything. Father Dorian Vale. The moment his eyes meet Ezra’s, something snaps. And a good boy learns how to kneel for the wrong man. He was supposed to guide him to heaven. Instead, he’s teaching him how to sin. He’s not here to save Ezra. He’s here to ruin him. Slowly. Until every prayer sounds like his name.

The pills I keep by my bedside have been swapped with vitamins. I almost die after getting a heart attack. After the stent surgery, I ask my husband, Evan Whitmore, to find out who did it. I just want the truth. However, he doesn't even look up and just brushes me off. "It was just a mistake. Cecilia probably grabbed the wrong bottle. She bought those vitamins for me. "Don't push this. She has asthma. She can't handle stress." I stare at him in shock, my chest tightening. I can't tell if the pain is from my healing heart or from the words he just threw at me. Cecilia Monroe is his secretary, and he always takes her side. That moment is when I realize that our five years of marriage mean nothing to him at all.

Today was supposed to be my wedding day. The D-day, the big day—whatever people liked to call it. For me, it was meant to be the happiest day of my life. Our life. But to the likes of me, happiness was nothing but a cruel illusion. The groom, Clyde Monroe, wasn’t waiting for me at the altar. Instead, the ruthless, calculating billionaire—known for his icy demeanor and unmatched power—was on one knee before someone else. Someone who was supposed to be dead. His ex-girlfriend. As the truth unraveled, so did the fragile threads of the life we were building. Betrayal, grief, humiliation—I felt it all. Clyde’s haunted past, one I had only glimpsed, was now ripping apart the fragile illusion of the bond I thought we shared. The truth? I was nothing more than a pawn, a random babymaker caught in a game I never signed up to play. My name is Margaux Olsen, and I am his unwanted bride.

He’s my boss, brilliant, merciless, and entirely forbidden. I was hired to manage his schedule, not to crave his touch. Aria Monroe thought she had her life under control: keep her head down, climb the ladder, and never mix business with pleasure. But nothing could have prepared her for Julian Blackwell, CEO of Blackwell Global, with eyes like danger and a voice that makes her pulse race. Cold. Commanding. Unreachable. Until the night everything changed. One stolen kiss. One slip behind closed doors. Now, the rules are broken, and the fire between them threatens to burn everything she’s worked for. But Julian has secrets, dark ones. And in his world, love is a weakness, and trust is currency. Aria isn’t just risking her job… she’s risking her heart. And she has no idea what he’ll do once he owns both.

“Who are you to stop me from entering this building?” said the woman. “You have no right to enter here. You are dead in the mind of your husband. I am the one he loves now.” The woman answered. “I will take back everything that belongs to me. I will not allow you to take everything my husband has.” The woman retorted. The Taylor couple were happy. One day, they had a vacation on an island with their beautiful child. They rode the yacht with their Nanny. Unexpectedly, before they reached the island, there was bad weather, heavy rain fell, and strong waves hit. The husband tried to save his wife and his child, but because of the waves, he let them go. He fell asleep because his head was bent against the wall. While his wife and daughter were immediately helped by their Nanny, because of the strong waves, they both fell with her daughter. The mother and daughter fell, but the woman clung on. The Nanny helped her to pull up but her Nanny took advantage of the situation because of her evil intentions. Instead of continuing to help her boss’s wife, she removed her boss’s wife’s hand by holding it on the pipe until it disappeared and the mother and daughter finally fell into the sea. A few days later, a stranger angler found the child crying. The man thought that the only child was there. But he also saw the mother of the child unconscious. When the woman woke up she remembered nothing, until the stranger fisher thought of giving her a name and said he was his husband and the child was their child. How can she avenge her right as a legal spouse?

Sage Monroe’s nights on the pole were supposed to be temporary, a desperate way to keep her grandmother alive. But when a private dance throws her into the arms of Dante Frost, Alpha of the Talonpine pack, her life takes a different turn. Dante, cursed to be heirless, never expected one night of passion with a reluctant stripper to break the spell. Sage, ashamed of her wolf heritage and determined to avoid pack politics, is stunned when tests reveal she is carrying an alpha child. What begins as a contract for her to bear his heir and secure her grandmother’s cure, intensifies into more unexpected events. Dante’s cold detachment hides a man bound by duty, but Sage’s fire awakens feelings he thought impossible for him to harbour. Yet mystery and secrets are always a deeper part of fate. Sage’s bloodline ties her to the Talonpine pack and the abomination imprisoned under the pack’s walls is patiently waiting to consume them all.

**Sequel to Two Billionaire Baby Daddies. That and it's prequel should be read before this!!** Willow Monroe and Nathaniel Watson were sworn enemies from the moment they were born. A twenty-one year rivalry has led them to this summer. Not only must they live together, but they're also competing in an internship where they're determined to one up each other and score a position at a software company. But when it turns out they need each other in order to even be considered for the position, they still refuse to put their differences aside. That is until Nathaniel notices how pretty Willow is and Willow takes note of how amazing Nathaniel's abs look. When a heated argument turns into them ripping each other's clothes off, the hate between them fades and all that's left is that terrifying L word that neither wants to be the first to say. But in a summer full of secrets and seduction, can they truly leave their rivalry behind or are they destined to compete with one another for the rest of their lives?

Nicole Summers had to step up for her stepsister Kendra and marry Nathan Monroe, a guy everyone claimed was both unattractive and poor, just to help cover her niece's medical expenses. She believed those rumors until the wedding day when she discovered Nathan was actually kind-hearted and handsome. To her shock, he turned out to be the same guy from that one-night stand who rescued her at the casino. He was way more charming than people said, and as the days went by living together, she found herself developing feelings for him. But what if she learned that Nathan was actually a billionaire and owned the company she worked for? What if she found out he was the one who helped her niece get the best doctor for her recovery? When Nicole decided to forgive him, she learned he had returned to his ex-fiancée who had left him at the altar.