Married To President Novels & Stories

We made the arrangements just before we got married, along with planning the home. Kay and I didn't just get married for having sex all the time,which we do very well and often together with a fiery passion. We had a purpose in mind and we saw the potential in us to build that which we desire. Our union was to join forces and continue building together with one mind and spirit. Although I had heard some rumours saying, that the billionaire CEO was addicted to sex, it was all a lie. Kay's body count was 2 and he was 27 years old. I was 23, a virgin.

Because I was afraid of receiving a disappointing answer. Antoninus thought for a while before responding, "I can." However, I didn't feel happy at his affirmative response. "Can" means "there's a chance," right? In reality, it's not up to you who becomes the First Lady. For the President, marriage must involve politics and family interests. So, I never expected to marry him. I just hoped he would treat Chris well. Well, what's the use of thinking about all this? I promised Chris that I wouldn't leave him before he comes of age.

After all, they were family, and she hoped they would find happiness together. Over dinner, the atmosphere was light, and they engaged in pleasant conversation, putting the earlier tension behind them. It seemed that their unique relationship was gradually evolving into something more than just a contract marriage. Lorena watched as Zachary left the room, and then turned her attention to Bianca, who was still blushing with embarrassment. "Bianca, dear, you're a grown woman, and Zachary is your husband. There's no need to be so shy," Lorena said with a knowing smile.

Katherine was breastfeeding him. Richard seemed genuinely happy as he saw the door of his office opening and through it appearing his son, his legacy. And his wife whom he respected and admired for staying up all night when William cried so he could be the President of the US the next morning. He loved her. No matter how hard to believe it is, he did love her. They were together since the start of his political career. They were partners. And even if Richard had never said it and Katherine hesitated to admit it, they both knew they weren’t the same. What they had was not the same.

Frown lines are prominent on her forehead. " Mmm. Is this the trick that you cultivated in order not to pay for the bet? Did you not see the huge diamond ring on her finger?" she alerted aggressively, once more wiggling her fingers. The others complied, stumping their feet in annoyance. Why did the president have to get married! Besides, they all placed a thousand euro bet that he was not married. It came as a surprise because Keith was a very private man, the media would kill to get such information.

“No. He’s here. Same city. Same air. Just… untouchable.” Untouchable… huh? I leaned back in my chair, irritation prickling. “Then why the hell can’t you get to him?” Another pause. “Because there’s something else you need to know.” His tone shifted, like he wasn’t sure if he should even say it. “What?” He exhaled slowly. “Word is… the President’s sister is pregnant.” For a moment, my mind stalled. “…Pregnant?” Lena is pregnant, she doesn’t look it a week back.

He decided to play along. “That’s right. Myriam and I are together,” he declared, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close. Raymond’s fists clenched, his muscles taut at the thought that his ex-wife was now with his worst enemy. Reporters swarmed, snapping photos of the couple. Myriam was in shock, frozen. “And when’s the wedding?” Bianca demanded, her eyes dripping with disdain. Gerald met her gaze, then took Myriam’s hand and led her to the stage.

Celeste snuck a peek at her husband, unlike the one she saw at home he looked like a completely different person to her. 'This is the first time I'm seeing him smile, he looks so warm-hearted when he smiles... It's because so many people are here so he is acting yet I'm feeling so weird...' "What? His wife? The president did say that he had someone he wanted to settle with but this is too soon. If he wanted to get married, he should have talked to us first. We were not even invited to the wedding, how can he marry? Who is this lady? How did they meet? Why getting married all of a sudden?" The board members shot questions one by one and the conference room fell in deep chaos.

“Miss Sophia,” I say, immediately interjecting. “I know you are curious, we all are.” I laugh, trying to make light of it. “But we can’t possibly ask Miles to reveal that kind of personal information if he’s not comfortable to do so…” “It’s alright, Esther,” Miles says calmly, his smile unwavering. “I don’t mind answering Miss Sophia’s question. She’s right, most of our previous presidents have had a partner at their side. Many, I suspect, have been able to do such a good job because of the support of their wives and husbands.”

He may have already formulated in his mind what the President wants. "But... it can't happen," I said to Rave. "Bennett is married now." Right? With that cute woman, I saw yesterday. Nicky Alphonse or whatever her name is. "Do you think the President cares if Uncle Bennet is married or not?" Lukas answered while staring at his glass. "Have you ever heard the word... annulment or divorce?" Freak. Yes, it is. With the President's power... everything is possible. .