Who Is Della Duck's Husband Novels & Stories

They've just signed the marriage contract and Kathleen's stomach quivered as they came out of the magistrate office, she glanced at her husband, the only thing she knew about the man she had married was his name, Derek Deloux, her husband, her heart pounded as the reality of what she has just done hit her, she had sought shelter from him, what if he turned out to be worst than Dave, well, she can handle it, there was nothing like emotions attached to this marriage, it was simply marriage by name alone, she would have nothing to regret.

“Hello, I would like to discuss somethings with my wife, please excuse us!” The man face was filled with shock. “Wi...wife?” he stutters. He cleared his throat to gain out himself. “Well, naturally since it's Mister Dellucci's wife, please go ahead!” he sniffs and walks out. Caitrona clenches her hand. “I... Adonis Dellucci they said I killed someone. Talia Contenese, they said she is dead and I killed her,” He furrowed his brows. “Is it so...?”

“What! Am I going to spend another night in that stinky cell? Please do something, Dolly. Okay fine, tell Richard I'm truly sorry. I promise I'll never come close to his wife ever again. He should give me another chance. Please, I need to get out of here.” “I'll do my best.” “Is his wife okay?” Henrietta asked. She nodded. “Why is he getting sulky over the minor issue? It's not like he loves her.” Dolly eyed her grimly and she choked back her words.

Della said as she nudged Caine out of the bed. "You need to get to the club and make me some money while I get to the doctor and call my sister. We have a wedding to plan after all," she said playfully. Caine rolled over reluctantly and he stretched his long arms around Della's neck and he pulled her to him again. "No sir!" She said as she pushed him away and ran to the shower. "Come on Della, are you really gonna leave me like this?" He protested as he pointed southward to his very big problem.

Ariella asked him. “I could say the same. You look different now." I could tell they knew each other for a long time with Ariella just by listening to their conversation. "I hope you met my husband?” she smiled at me when Dylan responded that he did. “I actually just came to check up on Annie since she's not taking my calls. I'll be on my way out now," he said about leaving but I asked him to join us for dinner. “I would really love to, Mr. DeLuca, but can't right now," he said.

Della's POV At first, Alessandro appears surprised, but as he pulls his head back, he recognizes who it is and a small smile forms on his face. Rather than hugging her, he places his hands on her shoulders and pulls her away from him. "I'm sorry, it's old habits," she says with an embarrassed laugh, pushing her hair behind her ear. Alessandro looks at me and wraps his arm around my waist "This is Ava, my baby. Ava, this is Della, my wife."

Harl inquired, sensing a secret in the air. Daryl's face flushed with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Well, Harl, I have some big news. I'm getting married!" he revealed, a broad smile spreading across his face. Harl's eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't help but let out an unintentional scream of shock. "Married? That's incredible, Daryl! Congratulations! But wait, who's the lucky lady?" Daryl's smile faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "Her name is Hillary," he replied softly. "She's an amazing woman, and I couldn't be happier."

His eyes drifted to my belly. "You need to take responsibility for this, Adam," I said, looking him in the eye. "You have to marry me." His lips parted. For a second, I got distracted with his red lips. Damn. I knew how good those lips were. "You're insane, Claire. How could you think of marriage when we don't even know each other?" I just arched my brow. "But you got me pregnant. You need to take responsibility for this." He let out another curse, then tilted his head upward. He looked at the night sky for a few minutes. I saw how his Adam's apple moved. "Fine. I'll father your child," he said, meeting my eyes. "But I won't marry you."

"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."

Morrison is married, they were all curious and turned their attention towards Natalie. Abel gave Mr. Dutch a look. 'What are you doing?' Abel seems to be demanding. Mr. Dutch became flustered. "What are you talking about? I haven't said that?" he changed his tune. Natalie frowned. She clearly heard Mr. Dutch mentioning Aria's marriage with their boss. She then remembered what happened on the day when Chloe came to visit Asher.