Novel & Cerita Married To The President

I tried to get close, but she raised her hand, and I stopped. “So it's true? You slept with the president's wife? Our first lady? Does he… know?” she asked, and I nodded my head, “Wait what? He knows?” “Their marriage was arranged.” “Of course, just like ours.” She chuckled. “No. Ours wasn't arranged; I had an option; I could have moved on.” “So you're saying I'm hanging onto you?”

THREE YEARS LATER. "Mr. President, is it true that your marriage with first lady Elena Vero was fake?" "Mr. President, the rumor is that she left because you cheated; how true is that?" "Mr. President, how would you keep this country successful if you can't even keep your home?" "Mr. President..." "Mr. President..." "Mr. President..." Nico tightened his fist behind the set in front of him, ignoring the microphone so close to his lips, staring at the press before him; he knew they were paid to do what they were doing.

"You've forgotten I now work as a cook in tbe presidential mansion? Have met his six years old son a couple of times" "Oh..." Bonnie gave a meaningful nod, "That must he him. The son of the President and his vegetative fiancee, huh" "The wife of the President is a vegetable?" At once, Sam was shocked. Bonnie nodded, "Yeah, don't you know that?" Samantha shook her head because honestly, she do not know.

Jona giggled and said, "Since you're here to clear on issues, may I ask you. How long have you been married to your beautiful wife?" "We are married for five months now," Andrei answered, looking at me with a doting gaze to which I responded with a shy smile. "So, it was just recently," Anton chimed in. "Don't get me wrong, Mr. President, I was just curious that during those times you were seen with your ex - girlfriend, Stella, you were already married to Madam Tara. Do you still have feelings for her?" "I have no feelings for her at all, not even a residue of my past feelings for her. All my love is invested in my wife, Tara," he answered without reservation.

he said, attempting to flatter the person on the other end of the call. "Cut the crap and go straight to the point. I do not have time for this," Mr. Edward said coldly. "Well then, I have important news," the man replied. "Tell me," Mr. Edward demanded. "The president seems to be married." After a brief pause, Mr. Edward's voice turned cautious. "Married? Are you sure about this?" "Yes, sir," the man confirmed. "The president himself said so. And he'll be handing over the company to Mr Ivan."

"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.

Jenny helped Ava have a seat on the mattress while she used her hands to pat her slowly on the back. After a long exhale, Jenny broke the news, “You are getting married.” “Married?” Ava asked, leaping up from the mattress her face already flooded with tears. “To whom and why?” At this point her heart was already losing its grip over her body, and so many thoughts were running through her mind. ‘how did she ever pick out of the billions of people in the world, this woman for a mother?’ she thought while weeping. “Jenny, just tell me this is a prank already.” she said looking at Jenny's face as though the only thing that could save her was right there.

Of course, she'd gladly do whatever he wanted if it meant escaping the hellish home she'd endured for so long. "I'll do anything," she said, determination creeping into her voice. He nodded and rose to his feet. "It's settled then. We'll be getting married in a few days." Katarina's eyes widened in shock as she gaped at him, motionless. Slowly, she slid off the stool, facing him, her gaze flitting around the room. "Married?" she whispered, her voice trembling. She was sure she'd misheard him. It couldn't be.

We're both silent until Josh broke the deafening silence between us. "I'm curious." "Hmm?" "Why did you attend the president's parents' anniversary?" I glanced at him and smiled. "His grandfather and my grandfather were friends." "Really?" I nodded and pushed my hands inside the pocket of my slacks. "Yeah. They're close friends." "So… Are you friends with the President too?" That made me still. Friends? I'm not friends with him. I'm married to him. I heaved a sigh and shook my head. "We don't get along."

She let out and the hall broke into murmurs of shock and surprise even Mario and Roberto were completely stunned. “The news about my kids and their father is what I wanna address, I’ve never been in a relationship with the president and I never would be in one. I have pictures of my wedding ceremony with my husband, I’m a happily married mother of two kids” She paused, looking at everyone’s fluttered faces.