Shera Seven Husband Novels & Stories

I wanted him to say I was the woman he had been obsessed with for seven years. However, he only narrowed his eyes. That was all. "Of course." His tone was calm. "If you like this room, it's yours. Angelo, Alessia is my fiancée. Make sure she's treated accordingly." The butler Angelo Moretti's gaze flicked to me briefly before looking away. He murmured his acknowledgement and left. At that moment, my heart shattered into pieces. Even breathing hurt. Seven whole years! When he was injured and biting back screams, I was the one stitching his wounds. When he thrashed through those bloody nightmares, I was the one holding his head in my lap.

True to his mercurial nature, the moment his hunger was sated, he had dressed in silence and left the room without a single word, leaving only the scent of his cologne and the ache in Mara’s bones as proof of his visitation. ​Mara sat in the shower, the water scalding hot, scrubbing her skin until it turned a raw, angry red. She felt dirty, broken, and utterly untethered from reality. How could she ever face Kenny iagain? How could she demand the truth from her husband when she was secretly harbouring a shameful addiction to the monster who shared his face? ​She dried herself off, threw on a thick cotton robe, and walked back into the bedroom. She needed to hold her son. He was the only pure

Pictures of top models hung on the walls. "You are not in any relationship are you? It's important I know that incase of any scandal regarding a man in future" Axella directed the question at Natalie, snapping her from her thoughts. Jean and Natalie both stare at each other. Nat let out a soft smile "actually I'm married" Jean wasn't as surprised as Natalie thought she would, Miss Axella on the other hand was shocked. "I hope he doesn't interfere in your career and he isn't a liability,who is he by the way?"

Do you know what that feels like? I couldn't help but laugh as I stepped forward in my heels. Hearing the sound, Nate turned around. The moment he saw me, his expression darkened. I smiled and snapped my fingers, and the reporters behind me surged forward and instantly surrounded him. "Mr. Jackel, are you admitting to cheating during your marriage?" "Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?"

Hiding in the restroom, she lowered her voice and said to the camera, “Guys, I ran into that crazy woman again. And get this, she’s married, but she’s sneaking around with another man behind her husband’s back.” The livestream instantly flooded with tens of thousands of viewers. The numbers kept climbing. I even lifted a finger and paid to boost her traffic, pushing her straight onto the trending page. Her fans were thrilled. “That’s disgusting. You ran into that psycho again? Is that woman stalking you?” “She’s cheating on her husband? Her man must not be enough for her.” Eugene was watching the livestream too, and the second he saw that comment, his expression darkened. “Honey, they’re rea

I shake the thought. I received a text from Ji-Ha. "Hey how about we go to a bar? ( ╹▽╹ )" "Hmmm, will your husband be ok?" "He will not be mad unless he doesn't know right. I'm kidding hahaha I already told him I will help you to find a boyfriend." "You are such a bad girl. Also, I don't need a boyfriend. I am fine on my own. And I have high standards of who I should date hehehe" I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite.

She sat down and waited for me to do the same, so I did. "Thank you," I nodded. "Gavino is a creep. I don't blame you," she chuckled. "My name is Malina. I am Carlo's wife." My face lit up. "Carlo's wife? It's a pleasure to meet you. I didn't know Carlo was married. " Malina shrugged. "He likes keeping me to himself." "I don't blame him. You're gorgeous. " Malina flipped her silky straight hair. "Grazie. So are you. I see why Vito had absolutely no objections to the wedding arrangement. How's the married life treating you?"

"Of course I am. I have a husband." Robert didn't believe her. "You mean your brother? Why would you spend New Year's with your boyfriend?" "He's my husband. My actual husband. Kieran Kingsley." "Oh, you're just like all the other girls on the Internet. They all love calling him their husband. He probably doesn't even know you exist." Valerie stuttered, "Wait, no, you have to believe me, Robert. My husband is Kieran Kingsley. I'm his wife. I'm a rich housewife."

He still had not realized his wife was dead. Sherlin sat on her knees looking at his face; the sun rays falling on his face made him look angelic; his hair was a mess; Sherlin wanted to run her hand through his hair. She bites her lip as she lifted her hand but stopped in the middle. He is your brother-in-law Sherlin. But he is my husband now… argued her consciousness. Husband? Think again before saying that word, he married you because Shayra wanted him to, he married you because Shayra’s daughter needed a mother.

For the past seven years, I was simply not the one he loved. In that single moment, seven years of marriage became an absolute joke.