Ms Pat Real Husband Novels & Stories

“For five years, our offshore asset teams hit a brick wall with the C.H. Legacy accounts in Grand Cayman because they were protected by a triple-blind Swiss security protocol registered under a dead notary’s name in Zurich. But the specific transaction codes your wife gave you didn't only bypass the firewall, but they also unlocked the original ledger from 2008.” A long, heavy silence followed. Evelyn held her breath, her heart pounding against her ribs, the cold stone of the wall biting through her blazer. “And the DNA profile?” Arthur asked “Confirmed, sir,” Murdock said flatly. “We obtained the certified biological markers from the Zurich medical archive this morning. Julian Vance isn’t y

He was trying to use our marriage to threaten me. How ironic. A man who claimed to be a husband and father didn't even know his wife and daughter were dead. The man who should have been arranging our funerals was instead drinking merrily, without a care in the world. "Did you get it? Bring the kid to see me tomorrow!" After he sent the message, a simple "OK" came in reply. It wasn't from me, but from Ethan. I followed Jack to the restaurant.

Emma paused the video and stared at her husband's face frozen on the screen. He looked terrified. Not guilty. Not angry. Terrified. That realization unsettled her more than anything else. For two days, she'd convinced herself that Daniel was living a secret life with another woman and child. The evidence certainly pointed that way. But now... Now something wasn't adding up. A man having an affair didn't usually look like that. A cheating husband didn't talk about people dying if the truth came out. There was something much bigger hidden beneath the surface. Something dangerous.

"He took advantage of a dying woman." Mr. Santoro's expression hardened. "My nephew is one of the finest men I know. He took care of your mother in her final months, asked for nothing in return, and has been maintaining that restaurant out of his own pocket for the past year. "I signed the papers in silence, my hand shaking with anger. When I got back to the restaurant, Gus was still there. "All set with Mr. Santoro?" he asked."You married my mother."He stopped wiping, his shoulders tensing slightly. "Yes."

I asked, trying to follow along. Jack nodded, "Yes. Exactly. She married Patrick seven weeks before you were born. There's no indication they were involved for a long time prior to the marriage either. Patrick Flores declared himself single with no housemate only a month before then when Harvest Moon Pack did their census." I nodded as I followed the paperwork in my head. Patrick had been living alone on Harvest Moon Pack territory a month before he married my mother. They were only married two months when I was born. My mother would have had to have been at least six months pregnant when she met Patrick because I was born a healthy size and weight, not premature.

He shudders above me, cursing into my neck as he follows me over the edge, his body shaking against mine. Hours later, at the crack of dawn, I am sheathed in his arms, staring up at his flawless face. My brain nudges at me, as the familiarity I didn’t realize last night begins to return. My eyes widen as I push off him suddenly. I just had sex with my mate's father. Alpha Kael, the Alpha of the Mystic Hollows Pack. This is all Aiden's plan. I can't believe I was so foolish as to fall for it. Slipping out of bed, I try to find my clothes on the floor, but come up with nothing. I remember he took them off in the living room and I make to go out.

I nodded slowly, and then shifted back, "yes, I am." For the first time on that emotionless face, I saw a slight reaction. "I'm into threesomes as long as our add on is a guy, who would ever say no to two cocks?" If he had a drink on his lips, it would have been his turn to choke. "Cut the crap Wilson." I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest, "before you give me the bullshit, oh, this marriage isn't real, oh you'll only be my wife on paper, yada yada crap," I said, mocking his tone, "I'll beat you to it."

He turned his head to look at Patricia and his stare was enough to scare everyone in the room, except me. "I didn't know your past was this dark, Patricia"She looked so scared as she looked at Dad. "Your so-called husband is the one who killed my wife eleven years ago, Patricia. He's the one who made me mateless! Fernando is the one who crippled my heart and pack! He is the one who made my daughter an orphan at such a young age and I had to fit into my mate's shoe to take care of our daughter."My father looked at me and all I could see in his eyes was pain.

I said, keeping my voice steady even though I wanted to scream. "The time is right now," Robert added. "The Harrington name needs an heir. What's the point of this marriage if you can't even fulfill your basic duty?" I felt tears threatening to surface. I looked at Matt, silently begging him to say something, to defend me, to tell them the truth. But he just sipped his coffee, avoiding my eyes. "I'm trying my best," I whispered. "Your best isn't good enough," Patricia said sharply. "Perhaps if you spent less time moping around and more time taking care of your health—"

She quickly blurted out: "Congratulations! You're going to be a father soon!" "What did you say?" Patrick's reaction mirrored Flora's earlier bewilderment. His eyes widened, momentarily unable to digest the nurse's revelation. It took him a few seconds to shift his gaze to Flora, then he sighed: "Is it Matthew's child?" Flora avoided his gaze, lightly nodding her agreement. The look in his eyes was too poignant for her to meet head-on, a whirl of lost emotions she didn't want to confront. "But he's married to Selena now, so you and he cannot be together anymore.