Ms Niko Husband Novels & Stories

Max asked curiously. “Yes, that’s why I agreed. I don’t want you to risk it, Lady Vero, and sorry. Everyone in the hotel and restaurant agreed to it. You give us peace here and you already have yours so, please, trust us to protect you and the life you gave to us in return.” Nicolite answered Max and turned to their lady boss. “Lium…my dear husband…still never failed to fascinate me…just like he promised…” Verosha nodded and when on laughing. She was totally amused by what her husband did for her and her familia. She really had fallen in love with the right person.

"Open up! You have the guts to do bad things but don't have the guts to open the door?! "Look, everyone! This is the animal living in unit 2801! He harassed my daughter who just turned twenty! What a scumbag! "If you won’t come out, I’ll kill myself at your door!" The noise was giving me a headache. I put down the hot towel I was holding and looked at my husband, Chris Gomez, who was lying on the physiotherapy bed and hooked up to a breathing machine. Though he could not speak, his eyes were full of worry. He seemed to have heard the commotion outside and was trying hard to turn his head.

"And that reason is… You can never have your own children." At the same time, I slammed down a file I'd prepared right on his side of the table. The crisp clap echoed in the air and silenced everyone further. It was the full-body checkup I made him go through before we got married. I flipped it open and stopped at one of the pages. The diagnosis clearly stated he had azoospermia. The truth hit him like a bolt of lightning. With trembling hands, he tried to take the report, but the diagnosis scared him, and he pulled his hands back.

Putting his phone down, Marco rummage through the first pile in search of anything about Nikolai. “Bad day?” Nicole murmured kneeling behind her husband’s hunched figure, fingers gliding up and down his spine as she placed a kiss on his nape. “Bad year,” Her husband scoffed and straightened, looking over his shoulder at his giggling wife. “A very long day,” He sighed and cupped her chin into his fingers, tracing his thumb over her bottom lip, watching them part.

Niko cannot show his emotion. He would act proffesionally and go with the flow. He cannot spoil it. As if the day had turned night. He went back immediately back at his apartment after their date was over. "He had another daughter?" Niko asked himself. He grabbed the laptop. "No. He had another wife." He gasped again. Neither of this was correct but he needs to confirm. Reca should not be one of them. "Not you. Please," he slowly whispered on his own.

Now me and Aria are sitting here in balcony because Niccolo and Luciano left after two minutes. We are talking for quite some time now. We talked about likes and dislikes and about her son. “So, you and Niccolo married each other out of love?” I ask her because I don’t think they are unhappy. They are like lovebirds. Anyone can sense strong feelings of love between them. “Yes. My father was the hacker in Mafia. Niccolo is Luciano’s right hand man. We saw each other and fell in love. Then we married and now we have a son.” She tells about her wedding. A charming smile is on her face all the time.

"I'll tell you what's going on here, this bitch is sleeping with my husband! She had been sleeping with him while he was engaged to me! That backstabbing fucking whore! I'm gonna fucking kill her!" I swallowed and took a step back. Everyone in the room watched me with disdain, and hate while Nikolai's grip on my hand tightened painfully. He wasn't saying anything but his eyes had warped into a dangerous darkest shade possible, a miserable black. He wasn't Nikolai right now, he was Don Niko, it was the monster. "Niko, have some respect for your wife on the day of your wedding." Luciano turned to Scott. "Scott, control your fucking woman."

I can't believe how I just broke down in front of Miguel like this, I'm probably making him uncomfortable having to deal with my crying. “What is the meaning of this” I tense at the voice. Miguel steps back, his hand leaving my skin, Our heads snapping to the side in unison to where Niko is standing at the entrance. His eyes held the heat of a thousand suns. His glare aimed at Miguel “Do you want to explain why you were touching my wife” Heart in my throat, tight from crying “Niko wait-" “I wasn’t talking to you” He shoots me a scathing look. If I thought he was angry yesterday, he is beyond livid now.

"Once I'm done with them, there will be no thrones or heirs" I stood up as well and we both walked out of his office. A few of the whores that worked in the club eyed us, hoping to please us. They knew Niko would never touch them, he hadn't touched any of the whores in years, for him, it was only Evangeline, his wife. Costello men were loyal to their wives, and his father Don Luciano was loyal to his wife Anastasia even after her death. Niko sighed, "Living with a woman can be... distracting" he nudged his chin towards a whore. "You can help yourself out."

he asked, voice low. Nico blinked, just once. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” Domonic said, stepping away from his chair. “She’s not your maid, Nico. She’s your wife. You think you can talk to her like that in front of us and we won’t say anything?” “I think,” Nico said with a slow, icy calm, “that what happens between my wife and I is none of your business.” Domonic laughed, once, sharp and bitter. “You made it our business the second you started letting some spoiled brat treat her like shit while you stood by and watched.”