Mary Ingalls Husband Novels & Stories

Omar stole her away from me soon after, leaving me to enjoy the company of my family. After dancing with my sisters and Elena, I looked for Mary among the guests, but didn't see her anywhere. I left the ballroom, and a few steps from the door, I heard her angry voice. I went up the stairs to the second floor of the yacht, trying to understand what was going on. "I told you, I'm not going back on that subject," she exclaimed angrily. " You're not really going to go through with this are you? " Ian's voice sounded clear, irritating me. I guess I'm really going to have to teach you to stay away from my wife. " Mary, there is still time to quit.”

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

I was tortured beyond recognition, but still gave birth to another girl. Mark hated me for making him lose face in the village. One night, in a drunken rage, he beat me to death. His mother smothered our daughters to save on food. My sister Mary burst into tears of joy. With her condition, she never expected to find a good match, let alone have the handsome ranch foreman specifically ask for her hand. Our parents were nervous. Mr. Johnson was the village chief's son, and his uncle was supposedly a high-ranking official in the city. How could such a family want Mary?

However, that could only happen if my father was alive. Sadly, he would never return. I, on the other hand, was destined to spend the rest of my life in captivity. After all, I had no place to go apart from living under the Fergusons' protection. My nominal marriage to Harvey was as lifeless as a pool of stagnant water. It wasn't until the day Natalie appeared in Harvey's life that it suddenly swashed with vim and vigor. Unlike the other women, Harvey was genuinely attracted to her. For example, Harvey dropped all work to look after her even though she merely caught a cold from getting wet in the rain.

On their fourth anniversary, Katya Volkov waits for a husband who never comes home. Then she discovers the truth: Dimitri Orlov has been living a secret life with his widowed sister-in-law. Heartbroken, Katya signs the divorce papers, only to find Dimitri refusing to let her go. Then Roman Dashkov enters her life, offering the one thing Dimitri never did: a reason to believe in love again. But Dimitri isn't ready to lose his wife. And when jealousy turns into obsession, Katya may discover that walking away from the man she loved is only the beginning of the war.

Anthony just took a seat far away from me of course and went on texting someone, probably his girlfriend whom he needs to explain the situation to. Mary's text came before her call and before I had the chance to even read it. I placed my phone to my ear and excused myself from the kitchen. "Girl, we're not cool for a few days and you go and get married to the yummiest eligible bachelor" She practically screeched out the words like a bird into my ears "And you get to meet his hot dad" I met Mary two years after the Thorn family cast us out and she doesn't know a lot about my past so she doesn't know I've met the hot dad before.

I reached for it, but Evelyn grabbed it first. Seeing how much I was bleeding, a bridesmaid tried to intervene. "Don't make this into a murder." Evelyn shoved her away. "Murder? The Stone Group is rich. They can buy several lives like hers." She grabbed my chin, her nails digging into my skin until sweat broke across my face. "Even his wife couldn't beat me. And you still dream of getting into his bed?" I froze. "You know his wife?" Evelyn's face lit with smug satisfaction. "She's a useless, plain housewife. She ran off abroad in shame."

I looked away from him. ‘Tell me,’ I said to Gran. ‘All of it.’ Gran told it the way she did everything – steadily, without embellishment, without looking away from me once. Mum had worked for the Lockwood household in Manchester. Marin Lockwood – Aaron’s first wife – had been pregnant. There had been a car accident. Marin had died, and her five-year-old son Joel with her, and everyone had assumed the baby she was carrying had died too. Mum had known better.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Margaret kept threatening to kill herself, so the others hurriedly dragged her out of the room. Only Julius and I were left in the room. "Preston, I really didn't expect that such a small grievance of mine would make your whole family stand up for me," he said, faking concern. "If you're angry, be angry at me. Stop making a scene. Mom and Dad can't handle this kind of stress." Then, he leaned close and whispered into my ear. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of them for you. After all, I understand what they like better than you, their actual son-in-law.