Married To The President Novels & Stories

The hot, humble, kind president, but what caught their eye was the wedding band on his finger. On his way out of the elevator, he received a call from Keira. “Hello wifey, have you eaten lunch already? I’m on my way near your meeting’s location.” The women who heard him talked immediately spread rumors about the new president’s love life. They said he was really sweet and caring towards his wife. The rumor spread like wildfire hearing that the more pressing side of the news; the new president is already married and speculations about the woman were crazy. Thea and her group were just quietly observing the rumors, they could just speak the truth to stop the speculations, but they are not at l

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?”

She took a step forward, but then she froze when she saw Franco's wife getting out of the passenger seat. Araceli felt a wave of jealousy and anger wash over her. She still couldn't believe that Franco was married, and that he had moved on with his life. She had always thought that there was still a spark between them, but now she realized that she had been wrong. She watched as Franco and his wife walked into the precinct, their arms linked. She felt a pang of sadness when her gaze met Franco's and looked at her coldly. He turned away as though he didn't know who she was.

It was understandable, as they were treating us like misbehaving babies. "We got married, though," I reminded them, almost reminding myself in a sense too. This was my husband sitting next to me. What a weird concept. "Yes, you are correct, you did get married," the president confirmed. "And for a while there, things were looking pretty promising. Besides the media leaks, everyone seemed to love you guys and your job of distraction was being executed perfectly." "So, then what's the problem?" Cal asked, and my breath got caught in my lungs at the sound of his voice.

The man stood there motionless but his eyes widened more and more… It was difficult to believe what laid in front of his own eyes. This was the president's marriage certification and surprisingly the name Chery West was written on the spouse column. Assistant Cherry's name. How did he describe Assistant Cherry's husband earlier again? He called him a cruel, abusive, petty man. However, this little book had mercilessly told him that the woman's husband was indeed the president. In other words, he had just reprimanded the president right in front of his face.

"How could I leave her without even looking at the agreement? How could I leave her behind without even knowing what she is thinking? She should be angry with me." Indeed, Greg thought so. However, seeing that the President was blaming himself like this, he added, "But since this thing has no signature, does it mean that the president and Doctor Nolan have always been in a married relationship and have never divorced?" With just one sentence, he was awoken. The man, who was still in pain because of self-blame, suddenly had a sparkle in his eyes. Then, his whole face lit up. "Yes, so she is still my wife. She has always been..."

"Oh! I didn't know you got married, Mr. President." I smirked at him. "My marriage was really private, Chairman. Actually, no one knows about my marriage except my family, my wife's family and close friends. I just believe that I don't need to tell the world about my marriage. I want a lowkey relationship." He nodded again and smiled. "I really admire your thinking, Mr. President." I just grinned at him. After the meeting, I was left alone in the conference room with Scott. I shot an eyebrow up after he chuckled.

Was the contact saved as ‘Mama’ their president’s mother? Was their president’s wife pregnant?

“But I can’t complain. And how are things on your end? I imagine being the president doesn’t come with many slow days.” The president laughed, nodding in agreement. “You’re right about that. It’s a constant whirlwind, but we manage. Sometimes I think the only thing that keeps me grounded is my family.” The first lady smiled at her husband’s words, her eyes filled with affection. “It’s true. We do our best to support each other, especially with the demands of this job.” Noah nodded, appreciating the genuine bond he saw between them. “That’s important, especially in your positions. I’m glad to see you both doing well.”

“Furthermore, most of the things you proposed to them have all been getting approved and really fast. Did you think it was all a coincidence?” The man stared back at her stoically before he dropped his cutleries and responded. “I’ve met the President a few times and he never said something about treating his wife well. But even if he did, I wouldn’t treat her well just because she’s his wife.” He shifted his attention from Anna to Cassie Rivers who was now staring at him nervously and pointedly asked,“Furthermore, Ms. Cassie Rivers, is the President really your husband?” Getting such a straightforward question from him made her heart skip a beat. From what she heard from others, he was quite