Melissa Benoist Husband Novels & Stories

The next series of photos Brian saw were the ones where rod and I hung out at different eateries and the cocktail date we had of recent. “Who is this man? Were you able to find out for me? What is his identity? He has appeared in all the photos and I can see they live together or something.” The spy replied calmly, “He is Rod Benson, son to James Benson, the richest tycoon in New York. News has it that he cut ties with his father just so he could be with Melissa and since he got to Ohio he has been with Melissa.” Brian’s brow thickened in fury, “What did you just say? Are you trying to tell me, my wife lives with this Rod? I mean do they cohabit? And how sure are you about this claim?”

Maxwell chuckled softly, his arms still firmly around her. "Calm down, Melissa, it's me. Your dear husband," he murmured into her ear, sending a shiver running down her spine. "What are you doing? Let go of me now!" Melissa tried to remove his hands, but he was too strong for her. "I just came here to help my wife make dinner. Is that wrong?" Maxwell whispered, his breath tickling her neck. Melissa felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach, her pulse racing. Had agreeing to be his wife made him so daring? Had she made a mistake by agreeing to be his wife?

"Your wife is standing right here, Benjamin. Your living wife. You haven't even talked with your daughters for months now, they lost the land for Lure modeling agency, I'm sure you didn't know that because you do not have time for any of us because you are too busy mourning the dead." "She is not dead," Benjamin repeated, his voice harder this time. "Then where is she?" Melissa's voice rose. "If she is alive, where has she been for eight years? Why has not a single investigator found even a trace of her?" "Because she does not want to be found." Benjamin finally looked up, and his eyes were cold. "Because she is hiding from me. From us. And when I find her, I will know why." Melissa stared a

Melissa challenged. "Of course, if you aren't fucking your boss, you would have no right to raise your voice at me!" Melissa rolled her eyes at Rhoda. "I've got work to do. Please help yourself out." Mel pointed towards the door where she was seated. "Where's Damien?" "I don't know!" Melissa answered nonchalantly. "Don't you fucking dare mess with me. Where's my husband?" "You just said that he's your husband. Shouldn't you know where he is? You all didn't sleep in the same room?"

2 years later.... Me, Melissa and her husband and some other colleagues are at Club Light to celebrate!. This morning I officially became the new CEO of our company and Melissa is officially stepping down!. She and her husband are expecting their first baby and it was his wish for her to stop. She is loving it so far and he really spoiled her for what i hear! So I'm really happy for them!.

“I don't know what they are talking about. I was here all week. I didn't even go anywhere.” Melissa tried to stand up from her chair but ended up falling back and everyone’s attention fell to her. Genevieve watched as her husband rushed to help another woman sit properly, placing her legs in the right position on the wheelchair. She could feel a pang of pain in her heart as her tears flowed freely. Her life was a total mess. “The evidence is clear. You did it.” Melissa’s shaky voice reverberated in the mansion. Eve’s teary eyes locked with her husband’s, hoping that he would at least believe her this time but the only words that came out of his mouth only shattered her further.

"All of it. Not the managed version. The actual version." "Good," I said. She looked at me steadily. Assessing whether I meant it. I met her gaze without moving. She began. --- Melissa Harrington. Fifty-eight years old. Born Melissa Cole. Married Richard Harrington thirty-one years ago in a ceremony my parents had attended. I'd seen the photographs. My mother in a blue dress, laughing at something my father had said. Both of them young and unaware of what the family they were celebrating would eventually cost them. Melissa had spent her marriage in Richard's shadow. That was how it appeared. Quiet, peripheral, present at events without commanding them. The kind of woman people remembered as

With Cedric and Austin being cousins and Austin's known affection for Cedric's wife, his choice to visit Sophie instead of Cedric spoke volumes. Meanwhile, Melissa, lingering outside, glared at him and muttered, "Shameless," loud enough for Austin and the journalists to hear. Capitalizing on the moment, the journalists redirected their microphones toward Melissa. "Madam Carlson, to whom were you referring just now?" "Your relationship with your daughter-in-law is rumored to be strained. Can you comment?" The journalists always aimed for the most piercing questions. Melissa's face darkened with anger as she glared at Austin. "Don't mention 'daughter-in-law.' Sophie is not the beloved daughter

“Talk? After everything you’ve done? You’ve caused chaos in my life, Melissa. You’ve destroyed things you could never understand. And now you suddenly want to talk?” Her expression shifted, her tone softening. “You think I enjoy this? I came because you need to see something.” She took out her phone, unlocked it, and showed me a picture. My heart almost stopped. It was Kael. With Queen. Hugging her. My face stayed calm, but I could feel the storm brewing beneath my skin. “So?” I said flatly. “I don’t care what he does.” Melissa tilted her head. “He’s your husband, Amy. You should care.”

Veronica asked. Melissa rarely went out she only ever went out when her sister asked her to go in town and get something but now? What changed? "I am going on a date with my husband." Melissa said in a matter of fact tone and without waiting for a reply she left the house. Kaden had told her that he was going to find her at the same restaurant they had their first date yesterday. When she got there she was surprised to see him holding a beautiful Bouquet of red roses, her favourite flowers.