Romans & histoires The Husband In Law

This man seemed shady enough to do business with once, I wouldn’t want to keep him around for long. “Pardon my intrusion,” he said, “For you seemed to be on a lovely date.” I nodded, “Yeah, we’re on our honeymoon.” I said, gesturing toward Enzo, “That’s my husband, Enzo DeLuca.” “Oh, is there a man in the corporate world who doesn’t know your husband?” He said, smiling, “He’s the most ruthless lawyer of New York City. Moreover, you’re always in the headlines. It’s impossible to not know you.”

“There’s no ‘you and me,’ Stick-Figure. Got it?” “I, Olívia Abertton—no, Olívia Clifford now—take you, Gabe Clifford, as my lawful husband. I promise to be faithful, to love and honor you, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty, all the days of our lives, until death do us part.” Gabe leaned closer again, his cologne flooding my senses, practically intoxicating me with raw, unfiltered masculinity. “What’s wrong with you?” His voice was so harsh it sent a chill down my spine, his warm breath grazing my skin.

"Philippa, I know you don't care for formalities, but I love you. I want to give you the best. I would like to take advantage of today's networking event and propose to you. Will you marry me? I'll give you the grandest wedding! Will you be my wife?" The venue broke into thunderous applause as the guests congratulated the couple. Amid the cheers, I clearly heard Albert, who had once secured a project only because I introduced him, raise his glass and cheer, "Mr. Moore, what a truly loyal and devoted man! Congratulations on your family and career!" Richard Leigh, whose son’s legal troubles were resolved through my connections, clapped enthusiastically and sighed. "Mr. Moore is a lucky man to

Jayden explained, trying to show indifference, and the wrinkle of distrust between my husband’s eyebrows seemed to disappear. Daon hugs me, smiling, and shrugs. "What do you mean let? What a sexist thought. Are we in the Stone Age? I’m her husband, not her owner. She can wear whatever she wants. After all, anyone can look. That doesn’t change the fact that she’s my wife." Daon explains, joking and pointing to our rings. "Yeah, Jayden, don’t be sexist, women are free to be vulgar," Louyse says in a mocking tone and a smile on her face. I see Daon giving her a reprimanding look, but he doesn’t correct her.

"Yeah, I am. So what? Why did you have to love him and not me? He was my older brother; why couldn't he give you up? And he still had the nerve to ask me to leave you. How dare he!" He smirked, the darkness in his eyes flaring. "But he's gone now. You're my wife, and you're carrying my child. Nothing can change that!" I'd suspected this awful truth for so long, but hearing it finally confirmed still hit like a bolt of lightning. My husband of all these years… had murdered the man I loved. And I was pregnant with my lover's killer's child. Revulsion boiled inside me, a loathing so deep I even felt it toward the life growing within me. How could I be so blind, so disgusting, to bring this man'

Once she shuts the door I turn to my husband. “She couldn't wait to get out of here, or that’s just my impression. What do you think?” “You are sick, “ he says and crosses his arms, leaning against his desk. “Where were you?” he asks and I shrug. “None of your business. But I am here to let you know my lawyer has prepared new documents. Now that we have evidence you’ve been cheating on me, the court will be on my side. “ “You don’t know what you are saying. “

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.

I said the biggest lie ever. "Do you Evelyn Lawrenson take Adam Harrison to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and not so good times, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?" the wedding officiant asked after turning his head towards Evelyn. "I do." her soft tone spoke the words.

"I'll try. But once I'm married, I'll always hold on to the law." "You mean, you don't have really choice but to stand as her husband?" "Sexy husband." He corrected and I rolled my eyes. "Kidding." He grinned. "And yes, I'll be her husband even if it's just on papers." "Okay." I nodded. "Prove to me you're not going to tear your reputation." "What reputation?" He contracted his brows in confusion. "Reputation... like... you're the man who doesn't believe in love." "I'll always have that title." He assured. "But as of now, I'll go ahead, missy."

I said. " So you also agree that the charges against him are true?" He asked me. " Look I don't know the ins and outs of my father in law's business but I know my husband, he is a hard working man and if you told him what you want, he would give it you. I know he would. " I said.