Married To The President Novels & Stories

“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.

"Anyway, I would like to meet you in person in the morning, and then we will discuss my husband's condition from there. For now, good night. I think you need a good rest." That was all she said before she hung up. I bit my tongue and cursed myself for ruining it. Now she would make my life miserable. "Sure, Nina, we will," I muttered after the call had already ended. Nina, the longtime assistant of President Sawyer, was now his wife and the one calling the shots on almost everything. Not a single person was happy about it, especially among the president's internal supporters.

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.

, I repeated it as he let out a groan of frustration. "We're married that's it don't you understand, if you're not happy there's nothing I can do you signed up for this and so did I. Come home and we can work this out", he suggested as the words were just married, struck me I was wanting something that I couldn't have.

I didn't fail to notice the happiness in his eyes i chuckled inwardly. I was placed on a bed in the ward. I looked around but couldn't find any other person except me and Damon. 'It's a private ward' Damon said like he knew what I wanted to ask. 'Ok' l replied. This is how it has always been since l got married to Damon about eight months ago. I have been living a life of luxury with Damon spoiling me with his wealth. It still feels like it was yesterday l got married to him. Our wedding was the talk of the whole city at that time.

Yet she was too timid to say that. "Give your mother my regards." He said and hung up the phone. Bella failed to ask him that question. She held her phone and sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling that she was not bold enough. "What did your president say?" Bella came out of her trance. "He asked me to give his regards to you." "Bella, is your president married yet?" The middle-aged woman sat up in bed. "He's divorced." Bella got up and got a cup of warm water for her mother.

the President explained, shifting the topic and offering an apology. Now Rowan and Rolland exchanged glances. They didn't expect the President to suddenly show such politeness. While Rowan had a rough idea of what might have happened due to Johnson's absence, she found it somewhat unbelievable. Remaining silent, the President felt compelled to continue speaking. "I was already aware of your marriage to President David, but both of you have kept it low-key, maintaining professionalism in your work," the President disclosed. However, recalling the contract that Rowan and David had made, prohibiting them from revealing their marriage to anyone, Rowan quickly interjected before he could say more

"We are sorry, we didn't mean to talk about the president here. Uhmm, we didn't know that..." "It's ok, you guys can continue." Holding the coffee cup in her hand, Irene walked away while still laughing. Though she tried to stop her laughter but it didn't work. As she left, the women looked at each other. "Miss Miller must be hurt to know that our president is getting married to someone else. After all, she is close to him." "Yes, it's sad. That's why she's laughing crazily, I feel bad for her." "Hmm, I feel her pain." And they continued chatting.

She had never expected to be in this position, and she was overwhelmed by the thought of all that lay ahead of her. She had dropped her phone a moment ago since she found the news too hard to contain - she was all over the media world, and her glamorous wedding with the president was topping every other news. It's barely a few hours but the whole of the States already acknowledged her as the first lady. "I'm now the President's wife..." Though she was trying to calm her nervous self down, her voice sounded as though it was a doubt. Just then, the president entered the room, a grin on his face. "Congratulations..." He enounced, strutting toward her with a look she could barely pinpoint. In hi

The touch was steady, a public gesture that read as support and nothing more. “Mrs. Kingstone,” a photographer called, aiming for a warm, staged moment. “Any comments on your partnership’s mission for the foundation?” Elena searched for words that would present them both in a dignified light while still protecting the fragile truth beneath the surface. “We’re committed to supporting health initiatives,” she said. “And we ask for privacy as we focus on our family’s needs.” “Any reaction to rumors about the nature of your marriage?” another voice asked, sharper with expectation.