The Cast Aside Husband Rises の小説・ストーリー

My bravado had vanished completely. I could handle a hot guy, but not a hot snake. I'd thought sleeping with him would be a win, especially after hearing how much he wanted me. Those snake eyes killed the mood. Charles beat himself up. "She left. What if she leaves me for good? It's my fault for slipping up. This stupid tail is useless." I stood in the elevator, his voice echoing in my head. He'd shown his true form because of whatever drug was messing with him. Torn but worried, I turned back, my hand hovering over the door. He was my husband, snake or not. Finally, I pushed the door open.

"Alejandro is a ghost of a failed era. He holds the debt of the Lazarus Protocol, and the interest is due. Your husband is broken, your assets are in flux, and you are standing in a room full of people who would sell your soul for a one percent bump in their quarterly dividends." "My husband isn't broken... he’s unhinged," I corrected, my voice dropping into a register so cold it felt like it could shatter the glass beneath my boots. I felt the baby shift inside me, a sharp movement that felt like an endorsement. "And as for these men? They aren't dividends. They are casualties waiting for a reason. Victor, I know you can hear me. I know you’re sitting in the back of that gray boat thinking

"I promise to be present. To be the father our children deserve, the partner you deserve, the man who chooses family over everything. I will never leave again. I will never be the unseen husband. I will be here, in light, for all our days." Alessia was crying openly now, and Sebastian's own eyes were wet. The Prince turned to her. "Lady Alessia, do you have words for your husband?" Alessia took a shaky breath. "Six years ago, I married a stranger. I barely saw his face. I knew nothing about him except his name. He left at dawn, and I thought he'd abandoned me forever." "But I was wrong. He didn't abandon me—we were both deceived. And the man I've come to know is nothing like the distant, unc

And now, he was supposed to be my husband? "Dad, no! He has a girlfriend!" I had shouted back at my father in the study. "And besides, he’s my ex-crush... the one who treated me like absolute trash!" "So? What if he has a girlfriend?" my father had replied, his voice cold and practical. "This is a one-year contract. You aren't marrying for love, Aria. You’re marrying for the survival of this family." "So you’re making me the 'other woman' in their relationship? Why not Laurence? At least his brother is a decent human being!"

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

Solene was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a newspaper while sipping a coffee. "Good morning," she greeted us warmly. I noted that she showed no signs of a hangover whatsoever. However, she did miss a button on her shirt. But as unusual as that was, it wasn't important. "Wilson needs your help," I told him. "Remember that guy from Michelangelo's? He's trying to sue her." Sebastian's eyes slid to Henley and he folded up the newspaper. "Do you have the recordings of the incident? Has Curtis tried to contact you?"

"Can I make use of your laptop mom?" "Sure." She went to get it from the dining room and returned with it. "Here." "Thank you." He took it from her, inserted the flash in her laptop, found the same video and clicked on the video. "Please, I need absolute silence while we watch." He played it. Martina watched in utter shock as her husband and former daughter in law talked about her pregnancy and how Helena was going to pin the baby on Jesse and the final blow was when they kissed.

Billionaire's surrogate stripper Ariel's pov Adrian Cuban. That's the name of my husband. The father of my adorable kids. I can't lose this fight. Eunice made sure I'll be thrown out. I was expecting to get thrown out myself. Who can save me? Nothing I'll say that can exonerate my neck from the sharp teeth of an axe.

It wasn't until dawn that the locked door was pushed open. My husband, Theodore Cloud, pulled me into his arms. As he leaned closer, a whiff of faint floral perfume drifted to my nose. "Izzy, I only ended up sleeping in her room because I really couldn't shake her off. But don't worry. No matter what happens between her and me, you will always be my one and only wife," Theodore said, as if explaining himself to me while trying to salvage his dignity.

Determined to salvage the situation, he devised a plan to ensure his son's marriage remained intact. With a calculated resolve, Mr. Castellan set out to confront Mr. Ashenwood, intent on persuading him to maintain their partnership through Kaitlyn and Dean's marriage. But he was immediately rejected. And the moment that he was told that the divorce was his son's fault for having a mistress, raged him to the bones. He knew he had to act swiftly and decisively to protect his interests and preserve his family's fortune.