Skye P. Marshall Husband Novels & Stories

"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.

I am married to the richest, most aggravating, most complicated man in this city, and I did it for my mother's debt and to cover up two one-night stands, and this is my life now. Zane stood beside me, looking at the certificate briefly before sliding it into his jacket. He glanced over. "Hungry?" he asked. I stared at him. "It was a simple question." "You just married me in a government office on forty minutes notice and your follow-up is whether I want lunch?" "Brunch, technically." He checked his watch. "It's not quite noon." I opened my mouth. Closed it. Started walking toward my car. "Skylar." I stopped but didn't turn around.

For 5 years that I've been in Greece learning for my royal duties, I lost contact with some of my friends, but I guess it's for the best because most of them we're Hecate's friends. I smiled and I walked towards Skye, With Eleanor beside me. I gave Skye a friendly hug for a second. "Omg... Skye how are you?? How are things with you and Adeline???" I asked. Because the last time I saw them is, both of them are really happy with each other. Skye smiled at me, widely. "Well... Adeline and I got married." Skye said. I can see in Skye that she's happy and contented right now.

Strangers who’d been listening. River stood, lifting her into a kiss. It was fierce, wet, alive. And when they pulled apart, the rain had finally stopped. ⸻ Back at The Story House that night, Marla met them at the door with suspiciously raised brows. “You’re soaked. Did you fall into the East River?” Skye laughed, hugging her close. “Something like that.” They didn’t announce the engagement—not right away. Skye wanted to hold it quietly, like a secret whispered between pages.

If we supposed to be married, why don't they have photos of the wedding? Damon ~”Don't worry baby, next week we are split up again.” Skye ~”I am glad you are finding it funny. They stand outside the coffee shop and take pictures.” Damon ~”At least business will pick up.” Skye ~”I know of something else that is getting picked up.” Damon ~”Oh I would love to see your tiny ass pick all of this up.” Skye ~”Urgh! This is not funny!” Yes Skye has moved in with me, she did not want to go back to her place so we sold it. Now we officially a real couple living together.

Seb snorted, focusing on the papers in his hand as Skye took a seat. “Man, I said I'm sorry.” “Don't apologize to me, apologize to Scar, I don't care if you attended the wedding or not. I'm even happy if you ask me because you might as well change your mind and take Scar from me on that day, you should have seen her. Fuck!” Seb went ahead to remember just how gorgeous his wife had looked on their wedding day. Skye sighed and shook his head. “It's good that I didn't come then, because I would really have taken her from you.”

“Complicated how?” He hesitates. “Emily. My secretary. She’s pregnant.” “How did that happen?” Ryan chuckles. “Is that a trick question?” “No. I’m asking how things progressed to that point.” Ryan rubs the back of his neck. “Julie—my wife—and I… we agreed to an open marriage. It was supposed to fix things, you know? She was distant, and I thought… maybe we needed something new. Something different. But the second I brought Emily home, Julie lost her mind. She went ballistic.”