Odio A Mi Esposo Novels & Stories

I rubbed my stomach as I kept laughing. There was no way I was going back to that house. I tapped the search bar on my phone in a bid to look for cheap accommodation. I stared at the top stories column with blurred vision. The one at the top position read “Billionaire Eliott Wisconsin's Marriage Invitation.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and tapped on it. The photos popped up and I almost lost my balance. Right there was my dear husband who I divorced a few hours ago wrapping his arms around my sister's waist. Her left hand was raised and on the fourth finger laid a beautiful ring. I tapped on a video and I cried as I watched the video. They announced their wedding in a video which was uplo

Altamira. "Well, Eddie. For starters, you are not my grandfather because my grandfather would never put me in such a drastic marriage with a monster. And secondly, I'm not doing okay and that's all thanks to you for deceiving and lying to my family and I that Adriano likes me when you fully well know that he doesn't love me and never will. And thirdly, my husband Adriano is doing perfectly okay in his office because I'm sure that he's happy and satisfied that he's making my life miserable." I replied in a sarcastic tone. "Cosa?" He screamed on the other side.

Isa boldly listed. "So what is it going to be?" Isa demanded, folding her hands, because as it is, you are disturbing my marriage," she added. "You are threatening me, really showing your personality now, tell me Mr. King, do you really want a vicious woman like her?" Sophie asked, directing the question to Xavier. "Does it mean you are going with option 2?" Isa calmly asked. "Yes, because I want to show your new husband or soon to be, the kind of trouble he is getting into," Sophie boldly answered.

He implored, reaching out to hold her hand. “Don't you dare touch me!” She screamed, taking an instinctive step back, like Theo's touch had burned her. “Who hell do you think you are?” Theo smiled. It was the second time he was being asked that question in one night, and by none other than father and daughter. Unlike before, when he didn't give a flying rat's ass about Jonathan, Theo didn't like the fact that Alicia was mad at him. But at the same time, he couldn't help but get turned on. His cock strained behind his zipper, wanting out. “I am your husband, who would very much like to fuck you, if you let me,” Theo murmured crudely, as he deliberately deepened his voice because he knew what

Despite my nerves, I mustered a small smile and nodded, gesturing for him to sit beside me. "Dion, we need to talk." I fumbled. Dion's expression grew serious as he took a seat next to me. "Yeah, I wanted to talk to you as well." He said. "After five months, our marriage will end," he stated, his words a stark declaration of his intentions. My heart sank, and a wave of disappointment washed over me. "I see," I replied, my voice tinged with sorrow. My dreams of reconciliation crumbled before my eyes, leaving me with a profound sense of hopelessness.

“After everything that family put you through? His father? His damn sister? That Reyna bitch tormented you every fucking day you were married! Did you forget the times you’d run home to me, crying, wishing you could take it all back? Telling me how you didn’t understand why your husband doesn’t love you? How does he not act like he sees what they’re doing to you? Really?!” “You couldn’t understand me, Calliope!” I yelled, my hand reaching for my belly, caressing the life in there softly. “Elias and I…..what we have is special. Something no one can ever touch.

"I told you, I was angry. I didn't want anything tying me to a marriage that was falling apart." "Liar," I whispered. "You didn't even check on me. You didn't even ask if I was okay." Leo reached out, his thumb brushing my lower lip. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through me that I hated. I wanted to pull away, but my body wouldn't move. "I'm asking now," he murmured, his eyes dark with a sudden, fierce hunger. I pulled back then, my heart racing. "It’s four years too late, Leo. I’m here for Jaden. And I’m here to work. Nothing else."

I was struggling not to say words to him because if I do we might end up having a big misunderstanding that'll end our friendship. “Diego I've told you to stop already, I'm not Interested in this conversation anymore.” I placed my hand on my forehead tiredly thinking about the best way to end the conversation. “Lyla, Tristan got married already he's never going to take you back, don't you understand?” Diego was really beginning to piss me off with this conversation and I was slowly losing my cool. “And you know I'm still married to him so the new marriage doesn't stand.” I replied Diego and ended the call. I can't believe Diego has suddenly turned into such an annoying pest.

My husband, Damian… the only man I had ever loved, the man I had spent twelve years of my life serving and loving, was divorcing me after I had slaved away my youth to his family? First I had served as a quiet, invisible maid who dusted his books for the first 10 years, but for the last two years, I had been his legal, faithful, loving wife who had given him everything he had ever asked for. So No, it wasn’t possible. Damian wouldn’t just throw me away like that. No. I blinked rapidly, as tears began blurring my vision, but I kept desperately hoping I was hallucinating from the sheer lack of sleep and the agonizing stress of the past few weeks.

I asked, sitting up quickly. Adonis looked at me, his eyes dark and burning. “I told you before, Jasmine. I am not normal about you. Even though you refuse to listen to me, there’s one thing you can’t change. We are married.” He pointed at me angrily as he pushed down his joggers. I stood up from the bed in a hurry. “Yes, I know we are married, but you know perfectly well that I don’t feel anything for you.” I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my voice steady even as my hands started to shake.