Novel & Cerita My Husband Is A Big Shot

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but Sir Gabriel talks about you a lot. Actually, other employees here always says how sweet he is as your husband, and I understand him now, look how beautiful you are, ma'am!" Celina’s breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around her purse strap. “Excuse me?” she said, voice barely above a whisper. Marissa blinked, surprised by the reaction but quickly recovered. “You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!"

“Am I the only one who found it strange that Mr Armani only shook hands with Alora?” Instantly, the room fell silent. Damn it. I thought they had all forgotten about that. They all rushed up to me, positioning themselves around me. “Do you know him?” “Have you two met before?” “I could definitely tell he seemed to know you.” What do I say? I couldn’t exactly say he was my husband’s cousin. Most of my colleagues didn’t know I was married, I didn’t wear a wedding ring and I mostly didn’t talk about my personal life at work.

That's not what I want to hear from you. "I'm sorry. I love you," he added, making me smile. I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him back. I looked at our friends. Helena and Hershey are both gaping at me. I smiled at them. "My husband is drunk. We need to go home." Jordan's arms tightened around my body after he heard what I said. Zach rose from his seat and walked towards us. He bowed to me. "Let me help you, ma'am." My lips parted. Huh? He's friends with Jordan, right? Why does he seem so formal?

“I would answer your question. My wife did seduce or manipulate me, so I would love it if you all stop the false accusations against her. And what I do in my marriage and life is none of your business. I have allowed his nonsense to push on for far too long. I will love my primary with my son and wife. If I see such bad news or accusations thrown on my family, believe me when I say I will ruin whoever published that news. Have a nice night” He said and continued walking. The questions stopped but the taking of pictures didn't. His words shook all of them. When we walked further and we were about to enter the main banquet, I stopped him. “Thank you” “You can thank me properly tonight,” she te

There was no other way; otherwise, I would be in deep shit. "It doesn’t matter," I said, remembering her husband and also remembering that I hated the man. I mean, what was he? Yes, he was a billionaire, making him richer than I was. Maybe he was taller than me, but was that it? I smirked, noting properly that I had given him my sloppy seconds. Sloppy seconds he seemed to be quite enamored by.

“Holy shit, it’s huge. My husband has nothing like that. You’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?” “Only in the best way,” he said with a wicked smile, stroking it slowly. “Beg for it, Elena.

Still, mindful of Zachary’s position, Simon managed to force a strained smile. “Naturally, the affairs between husband and wife are not for me to interfere in. However, Harriet and I share a long-standing bond. As something of an elder brother of hers, I merely thought to offer her a few words of advice.” Zachary’s expression turned unmistakably dark. “That will not be necessary. You may leave.” With that, he took my wrist and led me back into the courtyard without looking back. His thoughts reached me clearly. “Even after marriage, there are still men coming to my door and eyeing my wife. It is infuriating and irritating. Why isn’t Harriet saying anything? Surely she can tell that I am a li

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

He looked genuinely serious about following me everywhere for a whole year. “How am I going to afford a luxury life if you don’t work?” I smiled when he laughed at my joke. “You are funny, baby, but don’t worry, I have investments that won’t stop just because I am not showing up at the office. Your husband is a successful businessman and a billionaire.” He bragged. “Show off.” He laughed again and I joined him. We didn’t say anything for a whole minute again. “Are you happy that your mother is here?”

Everyone in the underworld knows that Alessio Muratori is a womanizer through and through. Yet, I love him more than anything in the world. Therefore, it isn't surprising that everyone expects me to cry and crawl back to him when I threaten a divorce after he brings home his mistress. When Alessio signs the divorce papers without so much as flinching, he lets out a mocking laugh. "So, what is it you want this time? Cash? That beach house?" Neither. This time, I move to a new city, change my name, and start a brand-new life. Three years later, I see him again at a club. With a champagne flute in hand, I calmly nod at him in acknowledgment. He's caught off guard for a second. Eventually,