Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo Based On Novels & Stories

Her voice shook as she spoke to hundreds of thousands of viewers. "My husband and I grew up together. My dad died saving his life. That woman has no shame! She tried to seduce my husband…" I lifted my gaze and looked at Miles, steady and cold. He fumbled and shut the stream off, guilt written all over his face. "She's making things up. You have to trust me." I gave a short, dismissive laugh and picked up my phone, dialing. "Hello, I'd like to file a report for defamation…"

He breathed out, relief softening him, before leaning back to kiss me again. He caught my gaze, holding it with that infuriating mix of mischief and charm. “What?” he murmured, voice low and playful. “Admiring how thoughtful—and handsome—your husband is?” I pulled my blouse back on, smoothing it over my shoulders. “Yes,” I said. “I just want to see clearly—whether the man who claims to love me has room in his heart for more than one woman.” He stiffened. Fear flashed across his eyes—just for a second—before he masked it perfectly.

"Let's switch places if that's what Abbie wants. The Hansons only care about who will bear their first grandson, anyway." As always, I kept a calm expression and accepted the bouquet of gardenias sent by Jerome. Two cars were waiting outside. One was a Rolls-Royce from Lester Hanson, the eldest son of the Hanson family. The path leading up to it was lined with flowers and a red carpet. The other was a modest sports car from Jerome, which looked plain and unadorned. Just before we got into our respective wedding cars, veils in place, Abbie glanced at the bouquet in my hands and sneered. "Eliana, don't say I didn't warn you. Mr. Jerome may look strong, but I've heard that he's impotent."

Four years of being married and still the loneliest woman she’d ever worked for in her entire forty years of housekeeping. Mr Castillo clearly hated his wife, this wasn’t new. The staffs talked about it all the time and how much Evangeline must be a terrible person for her husband to hate her this much- but she knew, she knew her young madam was a good woman at heart who yearned for the love of her husband. **********

Evelyn was consoling Hugo, wiping away his sweat. “I'm worried for my maid. They're not mates, I'd have known.” “Don't worry, Hugo will treat her nice, besides, Hugo doesn't have a mate. She died.” “Huh? He never told me that.” I said, looking behind him once again. The love between them was just so evident. “She was a rogue. She was already dead when he met her. He couldn't even grieve because he never knew her. I would be the one worried for my Knight.”

Hugo already knew Evan's true background. It was precisely with that knowledge that he understood that Cain had no way of touching Evan or him. … "How odd. How is Evan able to make Mr. Wells apologize to me? Things just don't add up…" Back at the Golden Residence, Graham and the three heiresses were still struggling to understand how Evan was the reason Hugo had come. Even Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya, who proclaimed to know Evan best, couldn't figure it out. Was Evan secretly someone important? Yet, not even Darius, who was practically at his peak right now, could ever make someone at Hugo's level bow like that.