Tophs Husband Novels & Stories

That word—'pregnant'—burned through me like fire all over again. Staring at him, my eyes were full of hate. I snapped, "What's it got to do with YOU?" He grabbed my shoulders, shaking me hard. "You're my WIFE! And you went behind my back—had a baby with my UNCLE? What was I to you?" I just stared, stunned. Thought I couldn't feel worse, thought I was already shattered. But somehow, Matthew always found a new way to crush me.

"I checked your shift—no night duty. Can you clock out? Just picked up some fresh Boston lobster. Gonna cook it for you tonight." The second his lips touched me, my skin crawled. I hadn't eaten since lunch, but now my stomach twisted and my chest felt tight. I stood, brushed him off, voice tight. "Wait outside." As I shrugged off my lab coat, Emma, the new intern, sipped her milk tea and muttered, "Dr. Zander, your husband treats you so well. I hope I find someone like that someday." I paused, then turned. "Don't count on it. Rely on yourself. Love and guys? Just bonus points in life."

Vito demanded to know. "Perchè? (Why?)" I asked, feigning bravery. "Since when do you care what happens to me?" I couldn't keep the pain out of my voice. "Since you became my wife." I scoffed, shaking my head. "You dumped me here and disappeared on our fucking honeymoon!" I yelled at him before storming off, going upstairs to my room. I ignored the manager as he greeted me, I ignored the staff and went straight upstairs. I swiped my key card to unlock my door and rushed in. As I was about to close it behind me, Vito brushed in past me swiftly.

That also explained where he was getting a lot of money to pay for Min's hospital fees. But the curiosity here is over, and I'm not going to tell anyone that I was Enzo Robert's wife, nor do I want them to know that Enzo Robert was my husband and that we both had a child. Whether he was the CEO or God to me it didn't matter, I wanted to look because I was curious and I didn't understand why he wanted to marry me.

I could not begin to imagine what unspeakable acts he intended to do once he obtained that riding crop. Fear and alarm soon overwhelmed all other considerations. Thus, during the family’s breakfast, I begged Alfred to grant me a divorce with tears streaming down my face. “General Pendleton, I wish to dissolve my marriage with Zachary. We are ill-suited as husband and wife. I beg you to permit it!”

Summer didn't want to cause a commotion. Tom would probably be shocked if she admitted that James Quigley from Quigley Group was her husband. "Mr. Brooks, you've got the wrong person. My husband just looks like James Quigley. How could he possibly be that guy?" "But your husband really resembles James Quigley. It's like they're twins!" Tom looked closely at James again, his eyes boring holes into him. James felt uncomfortable when Tom gawked at him as if he were an animal in the zoo. Why should he let Tom look at him like that?

Once word got out about the divorce filing, the whole of Sicily's inner circle lit up. The Hartley heir filing for divorce, the Calloway daughter shown the door: that kind of story traveled fast in any world. Within three days it had made the rounds of every dock, every street corner, every card table.

She wanted to talk to him about it but he never brought this topic up and she didn’t wanted to talk about it first in fear what if he doesn’t want a kid? Her husband name had been all over news 2 months back but not his real name “Ferris Kingston “ rather “Ferris Williams” for opening 20 orphanages, 2 hospitals, 12 old age homes, and doing a lot of charity. Still no picture of his was out. All of her friends except Faith knew she is the wife of Ferris Kingston as their own husbands are mafia leader working under Ferris. In these past 5 months there relationship has greatly improved. They shared their day, worries, happiness with each other. If he was disturbed he will come to her fir ease.

Just as he started working out what ten times the amount would be, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at it and quickly left the basement to answer the call. "Boss?" "You've got her under control? Is she behaving?" Tom's voice was cold. "One slap shut her up." The man hesitated before asking, "Boss, who exactly is his husband?" Tom became wary. "Why do you ask?" "Just curious. You want me to extort him, so I should know the situation to plan it properly, right?" "I've already planned everything. You just follow the script." Tom grinned sinisterly. "But still, no harm telling you, I guess. Her husband is Joshua Stroud."

Hunter placed his hand on my shoulder, muttering, “I can come back later if you want—” “No, stay.” I gave him a nervous smile. “I have to introduce you properly…” I sucked in a shaky breath and turned to my mom. “I know this might seem sudden and unexpected, but things happened when you were sleeping, and…” I cleared my throat. “This is Hunter Thorne.” I gestured at him. “My husband.” “It's an honor to meet you, Mrs. Lewis.” He smiled and bowed his head. Mom's eyes locked on him, and my heart began to race. “Mr. Thorne,” my mom repeated softly. “Nicolas Thorne… was he…?”