Stephanie Mcmahon Husband Novels & Stories

I knew whom that midnight black hair belonged to. It belonged to no one else but Lucas Thompson, my husband. The woman in the picture hugged him so tightly with a smirk on her face. Even though it has been four damn years, I couldn't forget that face. The woman was none other than Monalisa Mackenzie, my stepsister whom I hadn't seen in four years.

"Monica, I made the big mistake of letting you go all those years ago. It took years; but we finally got together. I'm not making the same mistake of letting you go again. I won't lose you this time." "Steph has agreed to be my stepdaughter. There's only one question left. Monica, will you marry me?" Owen proposed. Monica was tearing up. She was too lost for words. "Marry him, mum!!" shouted Steph. "Marry him! Marry him!" the rest chanted. "Owen...you never lost me. I was the one who made the mistake of leaving you. How can I leave you this time? YES!!!!" replied Monica as she embraced Owen.

She demanded to be the centre of attention. “We work with Miss Monroe; may I ask what your interest in her is?” Stephen was a teddy bear, all soft and cuddly. He was like the father figure Julie always wanted and missed. “I’m her husband and I don’t remember her ever introducing us.” His voice became hard and angry when he said this. He ignored Aria’s demand for attention completely. “Funny that Michael, she just told me you were her ex-husband. I know I didn’t hear wrong.” Julie winced. For the daughter of a senator, her language sometimes was horrid.

I waved at him to indicate I was not ready to hear them, all I wanted to hear was the information he had talked about over the phone. “So tell me, what's going on?” “It's about Steph” my eyes lit up. finally some news. I was excited. “She's in town?Which part?” He looked away and kept quiet for a while. “Actually sir, she's married.”. I chuckled, “married?” Alex nodded. “My Intel indicates she tied the knot a year ago to some guy and is now currently living in manhattan.” “That’s impossible!” How did she get married so quickly? “We were together just a year ago!”

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?!”

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?"

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.

She leads her husband down the hallway to the bed. * * * James Spiegal I kissed my wife, so eager to make-- I came up the stairs, ready to get some sleep. I reached the top of the stairs and found my wife waiting at the doorway. It was so quiet. The girls must have gone to bed early. They were probably tuckered out after the move. Stephanie's first husband had left her for a eighteen-year-old slut and her MILF mother. Just abandoned his family. I would never do that. I had Stephanie. I didn't need jailbait or incest. I just needed my wife.

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.”

This was the kind of marriage she had envisioned for her son, not the loveless one she had unknowingly trapped him in, together with Mariah. "Of course, it's Elijah. Who else is her husband here?" Stephanie suddenly said, causing everyone to be even more surprised. "Did you just defend her? I mean, you don't have any side comments waiting, right?" Susan asked, her eyes wide with exaggerated surprise. "Why would I?" Stephanie asked defensively, before casting a small, almost apologetic glance towards Jennifer. Jason smiled, shaking his head. "Just let her be, jennifer. She is just a cute panda."