Nia Jax Husband Novels & Stories

Oh how he enjoys being a gossip, I thought with an eye roll. “There is more?” "certainly. She doesn't just want him to get married, but that he must marry Marrisa.” "What? No man! That's all shade of wrong. Isn't that the same Marissa who cheated on you with your business partner.” Drew turns to stare at me in horror. I shrugged, feigning indifference. “Yeah. The very one. Mom doesn't seem to care about that. All she cares about is that her son marries the daughter of the senator. Fidelity be damned."

"This issue you have... the two men... who are they?" I looked away, not wanting to answer the question. "There's no reason to keep it a secret from me," He said. "If Iris is not going to be your client anymore, there's every chance that I would not see you again. You can at least answer this." "Dante Vale is my ex-husband," I said to him. If he was shocked, it did not show on his face. He simply said, "And the other man?" "Nick," I said. "We have gone out on a couple of dates."

“Twenty million dollars. That’s what I’ll pay you if you become my wife. Contract only. No emotions, no strings, no messy attachments. Just a deal that benefits us both.” Her lips parted, shock written all over her face. “You can’t be serious.” “Oh, I’m very serious,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “Think about it. Your fashion line is in ruins. Sponsors are running from you like you have leprosy." I turned walking back to my seat "But if I'm by your side, everything will change. They'll know you as the woman who tamed Alexander MaCarro, the city’s most powerful bachelor. You’ll have the platform and the money to build your empire.”

He motioned him not to panic. "Dad. My friends. They said you... You.". He got silent. Hesitating. "I what"? "You are married to a guy". He said and Jagger was shocked to hear. Was it a secret? He raised his eyebrows in question. "Yes. And you know this right from the beginning, in fact the whole world knows. What’s with the deal Alex. Come to the point. What is bothering you? Me married to your papa? And if this is the reason of you questioning me then I am sorry I can’t do anything about it. I love him. It’s been more than 20 years. He gave birth to Natasha and you. He bears the pregnancy for you guys". Jagger told him trying to supress his anger.

I repeat. After we've both drank, Jason sets his glass down and looks at me seriously. "So, Jazz, tell me about your husband." "Well..." I feel reluctant to talk about my family, in case it spoils the night, but I understand why he's curious about my life. I'm curious about his life, too. "His name is Sean, and we've been married for six years now. And we have a son, Donnie. He's five." "That's incredible," Jason says, and he looks like he genuinely means it. "You really got everything you wanted."

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”

Only his voice filled the space, deeply, resolutely, and thunderously Thalia’s heart pounded so loudly she thought the cameras could hear it. His grip on her hand tightened, and became possessive, almost painful, yet she didn’t flinch. “I love my wife,” he continued, his tone softening just a fraction, though the intensity remained. “And she loves me dearly. Just because we made our marriage public doesn’t mean we’ve become your entertainment, and so therefore you all can be a part of our affairs. If any more rumours are spread like this…” His gaze turned icy as it swept across the room, “I won’t overlook it.”

"That's Victor Reines wife. She was standing right next to him when he announced the restructuring." Right at that exact second, as if triggered by a single wire, both phones vibrated with messages. Adrian looked down at his screen, the color completely draining from his face. "Fuck. Damien, look at the media campaign." Damien snatched his phone, his eyes scanning the headline: SCANDAL: Billionaire Victor Reines Launches Search for Runaway Wife; Accuses Her of Grand Theft and Stolen Corporate Data. Beneath the headline was a high-resolution photograph of Emily. She was wearing a diamond necklace, looking elegant in an emerald gown.

He finally let out what he had been holding in all these days. “No... It’s not... I just don’t feel ready for this, Jack,” she admitted. “Is it that difficult? I don’t understand what’s so special about that idiot who drives all the women crazy. He made you suffer, Jim. He doesn’t deserve your love. Furthermore, he doesn’t even deserve to be treated well. You shouldn’t even let him come to your house. If he wants to see his son, let him send for him. I don’t want you seeing him anymore, Jim. He’s hurting you, and he’s not a good role model for the kid. He’s an alcoholic, ruining his job at the company.”