My Husband Is A Big Shot Novels & Stories

Chances are, he already knew but didn’t say anything because he found the thought of this poor woman jumping up in the middle of the ceremony to object hilarious, and wanted to see a rabid wolf eat my pancreas for being a home-wrecker in front of the upper crust of Vampyre society. “—never heard of anything like it.” I halt abruptly, because— My husband. My husband is here, at the bottom of the stairs.

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

When I was three months pregnant, my husband, Caleb Hawthorne, claimed the pregnancy was interfering with our sex life. He had his secretary, who was also his childhood sweetheart, give me $500 to get an abortion. So I ran away, still carrying his child. The next time I saw Caleb was five years later. He had just donated $300 million to the city's children's hospital. Meanwhile, I was working odd jobs in the hospital cafeteria, with my daughter by my side.

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

In reply she said " obviously, she'll. She must be with her husband now who love her with all of his." Jackson just hummed with her reply but deep down he also thinking because her husband didn't give nice impression to him at first when they met at party since his aggressive behavior towards his wife, the way he was talking to him or even with Emily, it's just beyond frustrating but he doesn't want to disturb her moments as they drifted into sleep with holding each other.

"Little brother-in-law is captured again!" "Shall we chase after them? Why don't we get someone else to be your husband? Darryl is such a nuisance."

Sas says. " Gosh! I don't know anything about my husband. How do you know? " I stare at both. " Your husband is going to be a trillionaire soon. Pay attention to G****e and of course, news channels. " Saavi says. " My husband comes on the television screen. " I wince and say out loud. They giggle again gazing at my expression. I was thankful for the loud music. "He's the leader of Cosa Nost….." Sas elbows Saavi.

She’s probably on her ninth month considering her belly’s going to pop anytime soon with how big it was. “Amore, you haven’t eaten dinner yet.” His wife only responds with a wave of her hand, not sparing him a glance. Sol sighs. The two of us are left standing here. Yes, I feel nervous and intimidated, especially when you’re with the most powerful businessmen in America and probably the world. Then I suddenly realized. Were they powerful because their family actually belongs to the mafia?

He did call me to say congratulations on my future baby then hung up after saying have a boy. For days I’ had been annoyed whenever I recalled that conversation. Father always had a natural ability to upset me. Couldn’t he just say congratulations and leave it at that? I sighed, already getting annoyed just thinking about him. I spare Maria another look, coming back to the topic at hand. There's the most obvious option, my husband who runs what has to be a multi-millionaire cooperation, doing what exactly…? I’m not sure, probably because he doesn’t like me getting involved in his business but I know he owns buildings and profitable businesses.