Ms Niko Husband Novels & Stories

Tyson I stab the fork in the meal in front of me, my hands are closed around the metal impossibly hard. My phone buzzes and I know it's a message from Evie. I can’t talk to her, not right now. “And I thought, lets just go to Monaco, “ One of Nicole's friends says and her husband laughs. “I had no say in this. “ he lifts his hands in surrender. “This is great, “ Nicole exclaims, “I am so happy for you. “

He grabbed his head and rolled on the ground as he continued wailing. The Grandmaster Heaven Cult and his wife were his only two obsessions—they were also something that brought pain to his heart. Every time he thought of that, his head would hurt terribly. The situation was worse than death itself. Monica felt guilty when she realized that. She did not expect that her departure would cause such huge damage to the Cult Master. Then, the Cult Master slowly calmed down. He stood up and looked at Monica. “You recognize me, right? Then, do you know Monica Vaughn? Monica Vaughn is my wife. She is my wife. Do you know her?”

But how did you know about his accident is barely 5hours? C'mon am his business partner and besides your husband is famous. You're beautiful I most say he said with lust.i somehow felt something wasn't right the way he was acting.

It got too bad, I just couldn't keep my mouth shut. "Why are you doing that?" I demanded, earning an unimpressed look from the back chair. "Do what Mr. Sica?" She inquired, blatantly refusing to give me an answer. "Stop calling me that. The name is Nikolas." I rattled back. "And if you are going to keep playing stupid, I'm going to dumb it down for you. How did this happen? Where did we meet? How did you keep this from me for so long?"

I can’t believe he did this. Niko and I have known each other since high school. He was vice commander of our gang, just as he is now my chief of security. I’ve done everything with him, raised this empire, fought battles, buried enemies. He’s my right hand, my left leg, and there isn’t anything I would deny him. Hell, I think of him as my brother.

If only he had been more cautious, if only he observed Spencer for longer before agreeing to let him marry Nikita, she would not have gotten her heart broken! Upon hearing the commotion, Fabian slipped back into the room. He helped Andrew back into his chair and was just about to say something to lighten the mood when a familiar voice rang out from the news: "I love my wife with my whole heart, and she's the inspiration behind the name of this smartphone, which shall be named Niko Ultra."

He explained various things that would make me understand what to do and how to control my emotions. Without making a sound, my father had an aura that gave off a subtle pressure, but it was deadly, not for me, because so far. I never understood my father's anger as something I should fear. "What business do you have with Alessio? That I didn't even know." As I told my father, Niko is in his forties. He has a small family here, which could be what makes him feel at home, as I heard that his wife is from this country.

We take two steps before Franko's voice comes loud enough for others to hear. "Enjoy her," he begins. "She's well used." Fuck, he didn't...why? Why would he do such a thing at one's wedding? Niko halts, his hold on my hand harsher than I can handle. Whimpering inside, I attempt to tug him to begin walking again, but I'm swung around, and we're marching back to Franko in two of Niko's strides. "Don't talk ill of my wife aloud in this room," Niko spits at Franko whilst poking one finger in his chest. "Or you might find yourself in a shallow grave with my bullet embedded in your skull."

"Go on." "Nico's supplier, Viktor, is married to a very traditional Russian woman. She has no idea about the mistress. If that information happened to reach her……" "Viktor would be too busy dealing with his personal life to supply Nico," Marco finished. "You're more devious than you look." "I learned from the best. Unfortunately."

“How about your head on a platter? Are you willing to offer that? Because that’s the only thing you’ll have to offer in the next five seconds.” My head whips upwards, shock reverberating through my body and displaying on my features as I take in the sight of the person before me. Nico Armani stands in front of me, all six foot seven, with a hard scowl on his face, glaring down at us like we are the reason for all the global warming. “Who the fuck are you?” David retorts. “No one of importance,” Nico shoots back, his eyes landing on mine and staying there, “Just her fucking husband.”