The Cast Aside Husband Rises Novels & Stories

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. "Bianca, my dear. I love you so much."

“You don’t know anything about your husband. He has a lot of enemy who wants his head. If you stay in this marriage, you’re either dead or captured. That’s why I didn’t like this family for you.” “Who would you suggest then? Gavin Kass or Alonzo Moretti?” He leaned back, spread his arms over the backrest. “He got into you. You’re falling for the man who killed your brother.” Calm down, Dani. He can’t break you anymore. “My brother? You mean the man you abandoned and chose not to pay his debt because of what? Because you couldn’t control him, or he was not like you?” “So you’d rather let your husband kill me?”

"Did you just cast me aside the second I stopped being useful to you?" "Mr. Sterling!" I gasped, my cheeks flaring with heat. ‘Why was he making it sound so scandalous!’ His chuckle faded into a heavy silence. "Christ, Arabella... Do you have any idea what you do to me?" "W-what did I do?" I lifted my head, meeting a pair of intense gray eyes. Damian was watching me with a look so deep, so possessive, that it made my pulse jump. "Most women would be in tears by now if they heard their husband speak about them with such disdain," he said quietly.

she weakly nodded and went back to sleep. “Who’s the unlucky guy?” Caleb asked. “It’s Aristotle Napoleon Higgins” I answered which he laughed like a witch. “Did you take some illegal drugs yesterday? The billionaire Aristotle Napoleon Higgins is your husband? Wow, your dreams are getting harder to reach every day.” He scoffed. “Whatever. If he shows up here I’ll smack you in the head.” “I’m sorry is just that you are so funny these days. Why don’t you apply to be a clown? And by the way, is today the last day of your apartment?” he asked. My eyes widened. Shit it’s the last day.

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

His wife looked very devastated. "Tell me what happened?" He asked gently, before caressing her back in a comforting manner. "Nothing." She closed her eyes and laid her head on his chest so that she could feel the heartbeat of her husband. His heartbeat was a reminder that she was still alive. Xia doesn’t know what happened. The last thing she remembered was dying from a knife plunged deep into her chest. Her husband arrived too late. He was crying, wanting to save her. He kept on telling her how much he loved her.

Gabriel squeezed my hand tightly, his eyes wide with shock, but inside I thought, at last, I am free from that monster who called himself my husband. The gala had ended hours ago, leaving me exhausted from smiling at strangers and pretending everything was perfect in my life. I had changed into comfortable clothes and poured a glass of wine, thinking the night would be quiet after all the fake laughter. Then the breaking news alert came on, and there was Adrian's face on the screen, handcuffs glinting under the lights as officers led him away, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me like cool water on a hot day. Gabriel turned up the volume, his voice low as he said we needed to see this th

Watching them console him felt absurd and it was ironic. As I quietly watched his outburst ended, I said in a soft voice, “Let’s get a divorce once I’m discharged.” He stared at me for a long time without saying anything. “This marriage has to end.” Then, he suddenly dropped to his knees. “I did not know you were pregnant. Please forgive me, all right?”

I had died. I lay alone on the empty street as my blood stained the ground beneath me. After I drew my last breath, my spirit drifted to my wife and watched as she embraced her first love with a frantic expression. "Calm down, Gabriel. Don't worry. I'll help you and make sure that you stay out of prison," said my wife, Sarah Lloyd. Her first love, Gabriel Scott, was curled up in her arms. With a horrified look on his face, he said in a trembling voice, "You're the only person who can help me, Sarah. I only had a few drinks. I didn't mean to hit him. You're a lawyer—you know how to get me out of this, right?"

"But what do you think will happen when the woman he threw away becomes Mrs. Castello?" The air in the room thickened. My mind raced. I could already see it—Daniel’s smug face twisting in shock, Vanessa’s perfect little world cracking, the media scrambling to understand why Leon Castello, one of the most powerful men in the city, had married his ex-wife. It would destroy him. The idea was intoxicating. But it was also insane. I shook my head quickly. "This is ridiculous. Even if I wanted to hurt Daniel, why would you care? You’re a billionaire. You don’t need me to get back at him."