Skye P. Marshall Husband Novels & Stories

song, by Elvis Presley. I smiled and savor Skye's arms around me. "My sweet can you see it??" Skye asks. My brows furrowed in confusion. "See what Baby?? Is this place haunted??" I ask teasingly. She laughs, and gently pinch my nose. "No silly, I mean can you see the big picture. The both of us, having a family together. Us being married and having kids together." Skye said, tightening her arms around my waist. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

Matthew's new assistant? She called him 'Matt.' Not Mr. Langford. They were on cozy terms. He fixed her leaky rental, hauled in her oversized water jugs, even helped clean up her data messes. And then it escalated. A pregnancy test popped up on his phone. Right next to a photo of them together. He was smiling—soft, tender, like he actually cared. Then I saw the kicker: a chat with his buddy where he said, [Peyton's great and all, but eating the same thing every day... it gets old.]

Simple band, no stone. Jenny picked up the photograph. The paper was glossy, good quality — not a photocopy. The image was sharp, taken with a decent camera by someone who knew how to frame a shot. The woman's face was clear. Her eyes were green. She had a scar on her left collarbone, visible above the shirt's neckline. Jenny unfolded the document. A marriage certificate. State of Connecticut. Dated seven years ago. The names: Caspian Theodore Knight and Elise Marie Hynes.

She immediately ate it while watching the web series she had downloaded on her phone yesterday. The journey from Los Angeles to Hawaii takes at least five hours. It was long enough to make Beverley sleepy. After finishing her snack, she fell asleep. Brent glanced sideways. Then Jace suddenly asked, "Does she deserve this?" "Do I have a better choice?" Brent asked back. "The company's shares have declined. That made the commissioners unwilling to accept the rumors David was spreading, and they asked me to cut corners. Unfortunately, Natalie still doesn't want to get married right now. I was forced to marry this woman."

"Isn't it obvious? Since I met you in the hallway, you're the only real man who appeared before me. I… I don't know why, but I think…." "Don't. Please don't," Skye said and sniffed as tears pooled in his eyes. "Look. You're just driven by your emotions. I'm not an ideal guy for you. Besides, you have Ethan. You are the king and queen of the campus. You're just confused," he said while he was as if stabbing his own heart. He didn't imagine himself someday pushing her away when she finally had feelings for him. Skye was only this for her sake. She had no future with a rubbish man like him. That was his love.

I said to the phone, trying to juggle holding shopping bags and my handbag all in one hand. “Are you crazy, Harvey? He wants an open marriage! He told you that himself! If it's not because he wants to fool around with that bitch Olivia, why would he want an open marriage? Can't you see how close they are, it's not normal for a married man to be this close to another woman. Did you forget that he asked you to go out in the rain to buy medicine for that woman while you were sick yourself?!”

"Why would I risk my own life like that?" "Mr. Sothisby has heard about this," Hector said quietly. My heart sank. My father believed them? Corbin took a deep breath. "Listen, Skylar. Promise me you won't pull anything outrageous again. Act like a normal woman, and I will marry you." I said nothing. Then I slowly lifted my head and met his gaze. "Deal." … Three days after I was discharged from the hospital, Sothisby & Co.'s founding anniversary arrived. It was also the day I had originally planned to announce my intention to marry Cyrus Brennan.

Shane said quietly, walking in. “So are you,” the old man replied with a tired smile. Shane walked up to him, took his hand, and kissed his knuckles. But Martin's eyes drifted over Shane’s shoulder—as if searching for someone. “Where is your wife?” he asked, his tone hopeful, expectant. Shane froze for a moment. The question had been inevitable. Although his marriage to Alissa was never meant to last, Martin adored her. She had once spent an entire summer abroad caring for him after a stroke.

Zane's POV The moment we stepped through the doors of the Ministry of Marriage and into the open air, I released Skylar's hand. I had held it inside purely for practical reasons — the kind of quiet, controlled image management that had become second nature to me over the years. A man of my position did not attend a government registry without someone, somewhere, having a camera ready. And sure enough, as we emerged, shutters clicked and flashed from three different directions before we'd even reached the bottom step.

Easton asked like he hadn't just been told someone tried to temper with his life. “Eazzy!” Sky rushed over, dropping the two bags she was holding, and ran into her elder brother’s arms. “You two need to stop this fainting like little girls.!” “I promise not to again, Pumpkin.” Easton chuckled as he pulled her down to the hospital bed before looking up at Micheal, “So, you haven’t answered my question. Where is Scarlet?” “Scarlet’s engaged. She’s getting married—to Dante, of all people.” Sky blurted out, making Micheal groan in frautsration.