Shera Seven Husband Novels & Stories

He stared at Xander suspiciously with unblinking gaze. “Alexander?” “Fine,” Xander snapped, “I almost kissed her. Almost, Hart!” “What?” David’s eyes widened, "You almost..." the corners of his lips lifted. “But I didn’t!” Xander collapsed haphazardly into the chair opposite, his shoulders sagging. He dragged a hand down his face, his voice softer, heavy with regret. “More like I couldn’t. I have no right to touch her. She is… she is just my wife for seven days.”

Now, here she was, sitting in a spacious room that made her chest tight and painful. Instead, a friend she thought could help solve her problems took advantage by using her husband for her desires. Shena might not even know about the business events involving Catherine and Svarga because she was busy separating the married couple. Shena was not talented in this field, but her selfishness could ruin all the plans they had formed together. The door opened, and Shena and Keenan appeared, walking arm in arm before the depressed Arsila. Arsila looked blankly, stood up, and stretched out her arms. At that moment, Keenan released Shena's embrace and hugged his wife.

"I'm not his wife. You'll need to contact his family." There was a pause. Then the voice dropped, confused. "His phone lists you as 'Wife.'" *** Two months later, Lionel handed me a death certificate. "Peter's gone." My hand froze. The fork hit the plate with a sharp clink. Something twisted in my chest—hard to name it. Lionel sat next to me, laced his fingers through mine, and started fidgeting with them. Then he told me everything. After Peter went back to Rivera, he unraveled. Hooked up with anyone who looked his way—except Cindy.

"I won't remarry you, Anthony." … That night, Anthony didn't come home. He only sent me a quick message. "I'll stay at Tanya's place for the next seven days. Don't wait up. I'll see you at City Hall at 9:00 am on the seventh day." Before I could reply, I saw that Tanya had rushed to share a photo on her social media of their fingers laced together. "He's divorced and my seven-day exclusive." In the photo, Anthony was not wearing his wedding ring. Aside from a faint band that didn't quite match the rest of his skin, there was no visible proof that we'd even been in love.

When the rag was pulled from Vivian's mouth, she dry-heaved for a long time before managing to rasp: "Dominic, I'm still legally your wife! This is against the law!" Dominic flung the marriage certificate in her face and let out a derisive laugh. "You really think I'm as stupid as you? My legal wife has only ever been Claire Ashford. What makes you think a few good days entitled you to act like you belonged here?" "What..." Vivian's eyes went wide. With her hands bound, she dropped to her knees and caught the edge of the certificate with her teeth, not caring that her legs were being scraped raw and bloody against the floor.

“You married my father becaue of his money.” I extend my hand towards her and place my palm on her knee. “It must be terrible having to put up with him all the time. Besides, everyone is still talking about his ungrateful, cheating wife. Don’t you get tired of this. You will always be the second wife.” “Conor,” she says in an ice cold voice, “If you don’t stop this, I will…” “What are you going to do?” I smile at her, my hand running up, from her knee to her tight.

"Jordan Evans, her… husband." I was frozen in place. I was lost for words. Shock washed over me as I turned to Sol, who's biting her lip. Hus—Husband?

And she tolerated till now. Although it was like a worst scene a wife could imagine to have, but she felt relieved when Vincent confirmed that the girl is too close with his friends circles. So she isn't doing it to Vincent only. Other than her, Vincent is a caring and loving husband what most of the women want them in their lives. He is breathtakingly handsome, gorgeous, brilliant, extraordinarily strong. He is the self-made billionaire with his picture being covered in every single biggest Magazines in the world. So, having a husband is like blessing. Especially for a woman like Emma Downey who lives up to her heart not wealth, she is fully satisfied with his love and attention until three

Few months younger than Shayari Azisha khan- 31 years old a mother figure for Zeenat and Shayari. She held the family together while everyone was shattered. She is the daughter of Azlan Sheerazi's third in command and is married to Adeel Khan a normal businessman and has twin sons Faizal Khan and Asad khan Adeel khan- 35 years old Azisha's husband and a very lovable person. Father of Faizal and Asad. And has a business that is completely legal

She looks at the doctor confused for a minute before she looks down at her fingers, counting something silently. " Twenty-three I guess." She mumbles. " What is your brother's name, Sage?" " Shawn." " Sister's?" " Sabrina." " Who is your best friend?" " Elliot Princeton." " Who was your fiancé?" " Enrique Princeton, but he left me because I was raped." She whispers with a blank face. " Who is your husband?" " Hades Romano." She says, wiping away her tears. " Looks like she remembers everything. Do you have any questions?" The doctor looks back at me and Elliot.