Married To A Porn Star Novels & Stories

I opened my phone and watched for the umpteenth time, the pornographic video that had been sent to me anonymously. My husband of almost two years was in bed, having sex with a woman that wasn't me. His face was revealed in the video, while hers was concealed. The only thing I could make of the woman was her slender wrist and the gold bracelet around it. It seemed oddly familiar but I could not remember where I had seen it. For two years, I believed my marriage was the best in the world because my husband, Tony adored me and worshipped the ground I walked on. I was the richest woman in the city and my company, RAY INDUSTRIES was the number one in the country, yet, my happiest moments were the

MABEL'S POV I stared at my parents in disbelief, I couldn't believe what they had just told me? Why? I mean… I couldn't even explain what I'm currently feeling. "Dad, not only did you suddenly tell me that I've been betrothed ever since I was a child, but now you're telling me the guy is a porn star of all men in the world? How can you ask me, a proud and smart graduate, to get married to a porn star who knows how much sexual disease he is infected with? How can you ask me to get married to him? Yes, Dad, I can agree to marry someone to save the company from facing bankruptcy but the last thing on earth that I will do is get married to

I don't know what the hell is fancy panties but Maria could at least wear some thongs or lingerie on her wedding night if she expected to get an erection from my son. I didn't even answer her, I just walked away and went to Alex's room. I knocked and walked in. Are you ready? I asked. " Yes, is Dad here yet " he asked. " Or your sperm donor? yeah, the asshole is downstairs talking to Maria's sister " I said none enchanting. Alex just laughed. " And yet you still married to him " he pointed out. " Yeah we are married but live in separate houses, separate countries," I said sarcastically.

She just nodded “uhn uhn.” “What are you concentrating so hard on?” I asked her. She turned the laptop toward me and it’s a picture of the devil himself with a beautiful woman I don’t recognise, he had his hand around her waist as they smiled big for the camera. The caption read business mogul and billionaire investor Knox Carter with his wife the veteran model Vivian Carter. Wtf!! He’s married? I didn’t know he was married, I’ve never seen him wear a wedding band. Is he a cheat? I had all sorts of thoughts running through my head.

"Forgive me, when I first saw you, I seriously thought you're still in college." I chuckled. "Must be because of my height. But yeah, I'm married." Rory smiled, then she gracefully clasped her hands on the table. "Come on, tell me about your husband." "Excuse me?" Her smile widened. "What's your husband like, Bianca?" I cleared my throat. "Well… he's…" He's an asshole bastard who manipulated me into marrying him. But instead, I forced a smile. "He's a businessman. He… recently got into an accident and is in therapy right now."

"I saw all of that. You were sacked for being a detective and your businesses are slowly dropping and all that. Was she the masked girl in the video?" "Yeah, that was her." "Is she your wife?" "Yeah, it's complicated." "I didn't know." "Yeah, a lot of people don't know we're married. We've been going through a lot since we got married." "What happened that made her make a porn video of you?" "PID made her barren and I'm the kind of person that wants a child of my own and not an adopted child so I decided to have a child with another woman." "Did you tell her about this?"

I remember staring at her pale face, thinking it was my fault. Now here we are. And if she didn’t open her mouth and talk, if she kept pushing me with that stubborn silence—God knows I would have finger-fucked her right there just to break her pride. At least then she’d understand I’m not the kind of man who plays gentle games. Sooner or later, she will learn the truth about the man she married. My phone buzzed. My assistant’s name lit the screen and I answered immediately. “Sir, a few people in Chicago found out you’re married. Do you want me to die down the news?”

"The one my wife and I will be moving into after the wedding this evening?" James tossed a silver key ring across the room. I caught it effortlessly. "Are you even a little bit curious to see her?" James asked, shaking his head. "Your wife? Bro, you're actually getting married. D*mn. You're leaving me all alone in the single world." "It's five years," I replied coldly, sliding my silver Rolex onto my wrist. "She will be my wife just for show." Thirty minutes later, my cynicism faded into a blur of blinding camera flashes and low whispers.

I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response.

obviously because of money. You and your dumb husband here are filthy rich! I owed some lone sharks a large amount of money and they were out to get my life if I didn't pay them the money and that was when this brilliant idea struck me, I remembered Maynard and I did had an affair six years ago but it didn't lead to a pregnancy because I have always hated children so I took a birth control pill. My friend was a big fan of you guys that's where I g9et all the information about you so I decided to force you to marry me then divorce you later so that half of your property could be mine .