Miranda Rae Mayo Husband Novels & Stories

After what felt like an eternity, she received a photo from Maya. In it, Maya wore a sexy red nightgown, its strap slipped down to her elbow, revealing most of her chest. And a man lay draped over her other shoulder. Only half his face was visible, as he rested peacefully on her shoulder, yet Mia recognized him instantly—it was her husband, Timothy. A small mole sat beneath his left eye, a spot she had secretly kissed countless times while he slept. Mia's heart shattered into pieces. In that moment, she knew it was all over.

“Shirley, look! Caleb’s shameless!” On the screen, Caleb and Miranda were livestreaming. Miranda wore all black with a small white flower pinned in her hair. She cried dramatically into the camera with tears streaming down her face. “Misfortune has struck our family! My husband was critically ill, and my daughter-in-law was the only one at home. Who would’ve thought she’d be so shameless that she’d refuse to save him? “My husband was the pillar of the family. Now that he’s gone, what am I and my son supposed to do from now on?

Mira’s face filled the screen, and she looked furious. “Do not say ‘hey’ to me, Caelen Ryn,” she snapped. “I had to find out from the internet that you got married. The internet.” My mouth went dry. “Mira, I can explain.” “You disappeared,” she said, talking over me. “You stopped answering my calls. Then I scroll through social media and see photos of you at some fancy gala with Aldric Fenmore, and the caption says ‘newly married.’ How could you not tell me?”

"Grandma? I am very open-minded. Otherwise, you would have been a daughter-in-law of the Richards family by now." "Grandma, what are you talking about? Jepherson and I aren't the same kind of people. We are like brother and sister." "Hmph!" Marissa snorted coldly and ignored her, and she had no more doubts. She could see right through Stella. Jepherson sat aside and kept quiet. He remained unmoved regardless of whatever Marissa said. There was only one woman who could be his wife. Her name was Raeleigh Anson and no one could replace her.

Maya The toast knife slips from my fingers, clattering against the ceramic plate hard enough to leave a white chip in the glaze. My thumb finds the crack before my brain processes why I’m staring at my phone like I’ve just been slapped. BILLIONAIRE CEO PHILIP DAVENPORT TO WED SOCIETY DESIGNER MONICA WILSON – TWO MONTHS AFTER HER DIVORCE. The photo below is my mom. Head tilted back, laughing like she hasn’t shed a tear in her life. Standing next to a man with silver-streaked black hair and shoulders broad enough to block out half the skyline behind them. I’ve never seen him before.

I replied, easing a little so I could sit near her. “Don Felix Alcaraz married his late wife, Donita Cojuanco,” she began. “Since both of them came from ultra-wealthy families in Metro Manila, such a power move became the pillar of their success not only in the legal side of the business arena but also in the underworld. Later on, their son Demitre married a woman who also came from a powerful family. Her name is Rita Estrada. And they are the parents of your husband.” I blinked my eyes, silently tying the knots together. “A-are you saying that R-Rios—”

And on top of all that, there was the news that made her laugh so hard she had aides waiting in the hall outside her door scurrying: He had gotten married. Harrison Blackwood, married to some maid girl back home whom the family had hidden away in their manor house. Some darkened wrist, spilling, fearful eyes, so far beneath the woman Maya knew it was on the brink of laughter. Leya. That was her name. She'd tracked her after that, learned her habits, her subtle struts along Blackwood Hall's corridors. And now — she was pregnant with his child. Maya's nails curled under at the chill of the windowpane. City streets gleamed across her mirror, twin stars in her eyes.

Surely, she wouldn’t have excluded them because they were illegitimate. Or perhaps she had listed them as beneficiaries and they’d been removed too. “Yes,” Miranda answered flatly. “For years.” “You were older than Russell.” “Yes.” “Then why didn’t he marry her? Why only an affair?” “I can’t say I know the story in its entirety. I do know your father met my mother in Spain, long before she’d married Jules Moore.” Miranda shrugged. “Perhaps there was something between them then. Maybe that’s why she came to the U.S. I know her family had plans for her marriage. That might have contributed as well. I don’t know what happened after that beyond that she wound up married to Jules and gave birth

The last time I heard, she had been helping her grandparents at their ranch back in the country. “Yeah, I do remember them. Did something happen?” “Apparently, they just discovered a couple of days back that Maya was pregnant, and they needed your father to be there for them as a counsellor and as shepherd.” “Oh my God.”I cried in horror. “I know. It’s quite unfortunate.” She replied sympathetically. Mr and Mrs. Spencer were such dedicated workers in the vineyard, I wonder how the devil manage to break through their hedge like this. “Do they know the father?”I asked, my voice quaking.

I'm not sure about the details because I don't like to gossip, but it's inevitable to hear about these things from other friends. Miranda's last marriage was with a wealthy Filipino businessman who died suddenly. His wealth went to Miranda, leading to rumors of foul play in his death. Miranda was blamed, but it was never proven. Ang remained quiet during our drive, and his expression was the same when he saw Miranda. I didn't want to ask questions and add fuel to his already raging fury.