Secrets Of A Married Man Novels & Stories

“So, what now?” Sebastian set his cup down, his gaze steady. “Now we talk.” He slid his phone across the counter toward her. Olivia looked down, and her breath caught. “Mystery Man Marries Jilted Bride in a Shocking Twist.” “The Abandoned Wedding That Became New York’s Most Talked-About Love Story.” “Who Is Olivia Bennett’s Secret Husband?”

For not bothering to confirm that I was actually on a date with the right person before proposing marriage to a strange man without doing as little as a G****e search. Now, I'm stuck in this marriage for God knows how long to a man who seems to dislike my guts. A man who has danger written all over him. I wonder what other secrets he is hiding...

The room went silent. Manuel’s eyes widened in shock, and he let out a dramatic gasp. “You got married? Oh my God!” He quickly turned to me, a mix of amusement and apology on his face. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Anya Steele. Married women are definitely off-limits to me. I had no idea!” I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or run. His energy was overwhelming, and I could barely keep up with his words. Manuel wasn’t done. “C’mon, Hunter! If you got married, you should’ve said so earlier. What’s with the secrets, brother?”

"For example, you're being annoying. You underestimate my ability as a secretary. You think I'm an easy person to persuade to sleep with you. But, just because you have a lot of money doesn't mean you can buy everything. You may be rich, but you may not be happy. You may be the CEO of a big company, but you may not have a place to be yourself. You can be cold, but one day you will definitely need warmth." Jolie's words had a deep meaning for Fred. He was instantly reminded of his divided family. He had almost forgotten what the warmth of a family felt like. His mind began to waver. His cold demeanour turned to sadness. But Fred didn't want to show his feelings in front of Jolie. Fred decided

How am I supposed to believe that when I don't remember anything? After I finished bathing and getting dressed, I quickly packed my belongings. Suddenly, I grabbed my bag and searched for my cell phone. When I saw that it had a low battery, my heart pounded even more. "You can relax. You should be thankful you married me. Don't worry, I'll be a good husband—" "I will immediately file for an annulment if this is really true," I interrupted him. The man suddenly laughed, so I looked at him. Suddenly, his face turned serious.

June arrived with heat and humidity. The kind of weather that made you want to sit still and do nothing. Catherine said the garden loved it. Doris said the garden was welcome to it. Maple dug a hole under the porch and refused to come out. Marmalade sat on the porch railing and watched the world with lazy eyes. I sat on the swing. The oak tree gave shade. A breeze moved through the leaves. I had my laptop open. The novel was published. The Secret Billionaire I Married. My name on the cover. My story inside.

He sat frozen, staring at the man at the head of the table. His mind was spinning, trying to piece it all together. Sophia had married Liam Hart. The Liam Hart. A billionaire. A goddamn tech mogul. And she'd kept it quiet. Kept it hidden. Why? Unless... Unless she'd known exactly what she was doing from the start. Edward's chest tightened with rage. She'd played him. She'd married a billionaire and then used his power to destroy Edward's career, his reputation, everything. Liam was speaking quietly to Marcus now, his expression calm, detached. Like he did this every day.

A sharp sense that something was off. They mentioned Travis had a secret Reddit account. Hoping to catch him, I dredged up the username I vaguely remembered and searched it. An account popped up with the same profile picture. The pinned post stopped me cold. It read: “I finally married the girl I’ve secretly loved for years, but my sex drive is extremely high. How can I make her enjoy it without leaving emotional scars?” The next post: “There’s too much temptation out there. If she thinks I’m boring, that’s on me. If I try pleasing her this way, will she kick me out?”

I clench my fists around the steering wheel. David and I have been married for almost eight years. He does not love me; I know that we got married because I was pregnant. I was eighteen, it was a drunken mistake. Who knew that everything they sold at the bar had alcohol in it. David was older than me and took responsibility as he put it at the time. He was thirty at the time. He told me he would be there for me and our baby, he was already in the navy at the time. Now he is a Navy seal and is deployed for years on end to months on end. He provides and loves his daughter; I cannot fault him for that.

“Who is she, Brown?!” The man on the other end finally whined. “You’re not married, are you?” His protest sounded like a five-year-old’s tantrum. “I wasn’t even allowed to come home to see Young Master’s wedding, and now you’re secretly married too?! Wait…” He frowned, muttering to himself when Brown didn’t bother to respond. “But Dr. Harris never mentioned you being married…” The man squinted, as if piecing together a conspiracy. “Who is she, Brown?”