Polo Sandoval Husband Novels & Stories

Anna stood slightly behind him, every instinct screaming to hide—but he reached for her hand again, pulled her beside him, and whispered just loud enough for her to hear. “Stand tall, kitten.” She nodded faintly. A reporter stood. “Mr. Esposito. Is it true? Are you married?” Sandro’s lips curled faintly. “I don’t make a habit of confirming rumors, but this one… yes. I am.” Gasps. Scribbles. Camera shutters clicked frantically. “To her?” Another reporter pointed at Anna. “Yes,” Sandro replied. “This is my wife. Marianna Esposito. Formerly Marianna Romano.”

“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?”

he said. "What?!" Carmela exclaimed, her eyes wide. “I’m Nichole’s husband,” Pedro rolls his eye, “Her Ex-Husband actually.” "Nichole's ex-husband? You've got to be kidding me!" "I'm not kidding," Pedro said. "I know it's a lot to take in, but please, hear me out." Carmela shook her head, struggling to comprehend what she was hearing. "This is insane. I mean, why are you telling me this? Are you trying to mess with my head?"

Sandro looks sad and tried to hold her but Selena continues to back away. "Stay back. Tell me now. Who are you to me?" Sandro sighed. "I have told you. You are mine and I am yours." "Tell me in a legal sense, Goddamnit! What are we?" Sandro stares at her for a minute in silence. He finally gave in when he see how hurt Selena had looked and he knows very well how bad it is for her health. "I am your husband, Selena and you are my wife. Mr. and Mrs. Alessandro Kennedy De Rossi."

I don't agree with it, the reason we are always at each other's throats. Aside from the distinguished families of politicians leading Santocildes, only a few names were considered prominent. Together with the Del Castillo, Zaragoza, and Fuentebella, Sandoval became a part of prominent names in Santocildes. That is after my father married the heiress of the Fuentebella household. My mother. But the man with me is quite an enigma. Surely, he has undergone training and orientation. He knows the people he must bow to.

One by one, I flipped through them—and with every shot, my anger built. “Your brother is currently involved with two women,” Mr. Santos began. “And Ms. Selene Arnaiz is in her second month of pregnancy. According to sources, he’s also seeing Dr. Leslie Ann Zubiri. Their relationship began before his marriage.” I clenched my fists. “Unbelievable.” What the hell is wrong with him? What happens if this gets to the media? How could he be this reckless? Two women? And now a baby on the way?

the young man said passionately and remorsefully. “No. Do not blame yourself. Don’t assume everything. From the very beginning it was known that Mr. Sandoval that the time will come when his family will also know the antics he is doing. If you are not the one who sued him, others can. He could not bear the ruin of his family. But he did cheat on his wife in the first place. "

He was nothing like Eric who didn't have the brains of a businessman. A man and a woman approached us. They were an old couple that radiated old money. “Congratulations, Mr Sandoval, on your new project. Your innovative mind never ceases to impress the business world,” the man greeted with a cheeky grin as they shook hands. “Thank you,” he replied and turned his gaze to me, “I’d love you both to meet Estelle, my beautiful wife.” The woman’s eyes gleamed as she stared at me, “What a surprise,” she leaned closer and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, along with her husband.

“I can see you're a family man. That's why you won your house back from the bet at Flores’ casino.” What?! I'm glad to find out I'm not the only surprised one this time around. Mom and Lisa stare at Dad in disbelief. “I thought you said you were done gambling.” Comes mom's hushed tone. “Not now, Mel.” All eyes once again turn to Mr Sandoval when he gets up from the chair and adjusts his black coat on his over 6 ft build. He's an impossibly handsome man, it's unlike anything I've ever seen.

That's what I know about the business of the Saavedras. That's just the look of shock on Chad's face. "Don't say the one you married is a son of the Saavedras?" he said with wide eyes. I frowned. "You know them?" I asked Chad in disbelief. He nodded. "Of course, I know them, Miles. Don't you know that I'm a certified gamer? And yeah, I love their games and that's what I always play, especially the Underground Battle. But seriously, you married Saavedra's son? As far as I know, the only son of Saavedra is Zandy. That means...Oh my God! Is Zandy Saavedra your husband?" Chad was only more surprised when he realized the truth. His mouth was still open.