Stephanie Mcmahon Husband Novels & Stories

Her wedding ring caught the light as she slipped it from her finger, the faint click of metal hitting the hardwood loud in the silence. Adriano watched her, muscles tight, jaw clenched. “You’re overreacting.” She laughed then—a soft, low sound that made the hair on the back of his neck rise. “Overreacting,” she echoed. “That’s what you call walking in on my husband and his mistress in our bed?” Adriano took a step toward her. “We can talk about this—” “No,” she interrupted, her voice slicing through the space like glass. “We can’t. You made sure there was nothing left to talk about.”

“It would behoove you to respect the owner of this place, Toussaint. With a snap, I can have you thrown out of here.” “And with a snap, I will alert the press that the most eligible bachelor in New York city has a shitty temperament, causing the forcible remove Mr. Miller’s son-in-law for no reason.” I know I shouldn’t have told him, but hearing him and understanding that he’s the same piece of shit he’s always been makes me angry. His eyes widen, and a confused look crosses his face. Matt doesn’t know that Steph married me. “Surprised? Well yes Matt. Steph has been legally my wife for four years. Will you still be the same narcissistic bastard?”

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?"

About everything and why she's currently interested in coming to Florida. He didn’t even react at first. Just looked at me for a second, then said, “So you still married and got a girlfriend? Now your following in your wife’s footsteps?” I shook my head immediately. “Nah. I gave her divorce papers.” That’s all it took. Stephanie started jumping. Her mother and father who were eavesdropping joined in. They turned that living room into a damn celebration like somebody just hit the lottery. Kids came running in like, “What are we celebrating?!”

Funny thing: people in the news hardly ever saw Gloria or Annabel. They were the wife and daughter of a young, handsome billionaire. But when reporters asked Victor about his missing wife, he always said the same thing. "My wife is shy. She hates cameras. I protect my family." People believed him. They thought he wanted a normal life away from flashing lights. "Why don't you go to big events with him?" Isaiah asked.

He wouldn't even think about abusing my girls. We kissed as the music started thudding from Lacey's room. My oldest would come around. I just wished she didn't have such awful taste in music. Oh, well, wouldn't let her stop the fun. * * * Stephanie is so glad to have her new husband, but she doesn't want him to leave like her first husband. She won't make the same mistake as last time. She knows just what will keep her new husband from ever leaving her. She leads her husband down the hallway to the bed.

I could barely see their eyes through the shades, but their postures made it clear—they meant business. “Is this... normal?” I whispered to Stephanie when she came close enough to hug me. The entire scene felt surreal, something straight out of a movie. She chuckled softly, glancing over at the group. “Yes, girl. Your husband’s a billionaire,” she said with a wink, though I couldn’t shake my unease.

She exhales slowly, like she’s bracing herself. “Monica showed up,” she says. “At the house. While you were missing.” The room tilts. “What?” My voice comes out thin. “She came with her fiancé,” Steph continues, eyes never leaving my face now. “Press everywhere. Cameras are losing their minds. She demanded answers from the police. From Cole. She cried. Made a whole show of it.” A cold wave washes through me. “She wanted to hold Aiden,” Steph adds quietly. My breath catches painfully in my chest.

She swallowed repeatedly, as if debating whether to speak. “Yes?” “Are you really Stephie’s mother?” I slowly walked toward her, then gave her a composed smile. “Yes, Doc. I’m Stephie’s mother. And Steffano’s wife — Olivia Davidson.” “I… see.” She hesitated. “I was under the impression the children’s mother had passed away.” I kept my smile steady. “I just returned from New York. I’d rather not go into details — it’s a private family matter. But since you and my husband seem close, perhaps you can ask him.”