Raja Gemini Husband Novels & Stories

"My name is Gemma. I'm a divorced woman seeking a husband." He burst into laughter at her craziness. "What kind of husband? Tell me about it, who knows? I might just be able to help you find him." "You might. But I'm very picky." She exaggerated, her smile widening. "He should be tall, handsome, have emerald eyes and black hair…" "And?" He prompted. "Wait." She sat up straight when she realized something that had not crossed her mind before. "That was my requirement for my husband in the past!" She exclaimed.

"But right now, the most important thing is—what do you want to do?" "I... I don't know either." Rhianna shook her head. "I feel like a headless fly right now, not knowing what to do." At that moment, the café door opened and a man walked in—it was Rhianna's husband, Brycen. He wore a gentle smile, but there was a hint of malice in his eyes as he walked straight over.

Before coming here, he had heard from his assistant that Jethro Thompson's wife was a very beautiful and wealthy woman, not that she was rich, but that she had a rich father and a rich husband, Jethro. About Gemma, who is often attracted to expensive and sparkling things, he also hears interesting information that Gemma and Jethro are married. Still, they both live no harmonious and contradictory life. A young and talented man who only cares about his career like Jethro, even if Gemma is a goddess, she cannot make him wholeheartedly by her side.

"I don't, I don't all. This wedding is stupid, this whole thing is stupid. You just met this guy a month ago and you are getting married to him because your parents want you to. Arranged marriages are lame, stupid, and never work out." "You are wrong, Javier and I are in love with each other." As soon as these words rolled out of my mouth she burst into laughter. I glared, she's making me look dumb. The truth is those words sound foreign. In love? Never. "Girl, you are in love with his money and he's in love with your pussy." Gemma believes the only way to get her message across is by gesturing with her fingers. "That's where you are wrong, I haven't had sex with him." My turn to do the gest

"Sapphire Blac... I, take you to be my beloved wife. I will love you unconditionally and without hesitation, for it is your heart that moves me, your spirit that inspires me, your humor that delights me, and your hand, I want to hold for all of our days. I Promise to be your perfect husband. I Promise to be your perfect husband. I Promise to be your perfect husband. I will be your perfect husband. I will be your perfect husband. I promise to love, respect and trust you. And for I know that together, we will build a life far better than either of us can imagine, alone."Then he fixed the beautiful diamond ring into my ring finger and the crowd applauded. With a bright face and full smile, I st

It seemed like if he stamped his foot, this entire city would be shaken by a level three earthquake. Under his forceful and domineering gaze, Mohini gaze was as clear as water. Its surface was as calm as ice; placid, tranquil and composed. Aarya stood near her and Mohini looked at him and said to Soham without even looking at him, "Soham! Meet my husband Aarya Kashyap. A young hotelier of India and They're my family. My Kashyap Family" Soham looked at each Kashyap brothers and remembered them instantly. Shaurya married to Jiya, this revelation made him froze. Then he looked at Arthit, Arin and Ariv and the ladies who were standing near them, almost leaning on their chests.

The news struck a raw nerve, fueling the flames of his resentment and jealousy. "How dare they! After all I have done for her, she chooses to flaunt her happiness with that man." The informant, cowering under Guhya's intense gaze, remained silent, knowing that the storm of Guhya's fury had been unleashed. The revelation of Rajeev and Gowthami's impending honeymoon had unveiled a deep-seated rage within Guhya, setting the stage for a tumultuous confrontation fueled by jealousy and unbridled emotion.

Before she could speak, Jabco stepped forward. “I’m her husband,” he said calmly. “Jabco Grey.” Riyana narrowed her eyes at him instantly, shooting him a sharp look. He ignored it completely. Instead, he smiled and reached for her hand, holding it firmly, naturally, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The woman’s eyes widened. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Grey. I’m April.” She turned slightly. “And this is my husband, Joyce Meyer.”

Asher was the only one she ever loved, and she never thought about anyone else. "Exactly, don't forget that I am your husband and you are my wife. I didn't go out and sleep my way with the female population of Nepolis because I am your husband. It doesn't have anything to do with someone who chooses their career over me" he replied with a hint of anger. He never raised his voice on her before. This is the first time. Aria's hands slipped down from his face and she took a step back.

Carlo reminded me. "Sì. I'm going home to Akira from there. " "Then that means Miss Gia will not join you on the honeymoon?" "Honeymoon?" I lifted a brow. "Yes. It also happens to be in Rome. Your father booked everything." I sucked my teeth. "I have important matters to take care of. I don't have time to play house or husband. But I can't leave her alone the entire time." I turned to Carlo with a suggestion. He seemed to have had already figured out what my order would be.