Who Is Della Duck's Husband Novels & Stories

"Finally remembered your old friend?" "Maxim," my voice was calm, "Lucio's been shot. Near the heart. He's in critical condition. Can you come now?" There was silence on the line, then Maxim's tone turned grave. "For your husband again? Never mind. Still at the Rossi estate? Wait, I'll-" "No," I said evenly. "We're at the Della Vera estate. And it's ex-husband. We're divorced." Maxim choked. "What?" He coughed, his tone stunned. "You dumped him?"

he growled. After meeting business legend Nick Allen, Adam was already in shock but was frightened when the legend growled like a lion, but David's expression never changed. "Are you out of your mind? It's my wife's life. How can you even ask this from me? Mr. Allen said resentfully that he loves his wife more than his own life; Love Moon was the last memory of his dead child's, his wife treated it like her baby, and now he is asking for Love Moon, which is impossible.

I was naked as the day I was born—I'd be a lamb up for slaughter if they found me. Judging from how they'd savored my scent earlier, I could imagine how I would turn out once they discovered me. Just then, another man said, "It's possible. It might be Wilson's wife! He's the only married man in this dorm, after all!" God, he'd even figured out who I was!

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

“Mr. Wali, since how long do you know Mrs. Zara Wali?” “Since our childhood." He said staring deeply into my eyes. “And Mrs. Wali …how long do you know him...” “Same...childhood.” “Very good …. you know him since childhood … you were ready to jump from the terrace … your love is so deep then how did you not notice that your husband has no hair and mole in his hand which one of the pictures depicts….” I look back at the one he was referring to. The picture in which Aslan was standing behind Ezra gripping her breasts with both hands.

Delya continued, “I already have a husband.” Dave still tried. “Are you sure about him?” Delya nodded without hesitation. “I’m sure.” Dave clenched his teeth. “I don’t accept this.” Delya looked at him straight. “You have to accept it.” Dave remained silent. Delya took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant,” she said suddenly. Dave immediately froze. “Pregnant…?” his voice was low. Delya nodded. “It’s Elang’s child.” For a few seconds, Dave could not say anything.

“Anne is still single with lots of men. Dela Vega is still single with lots of women—” “Ah,” Ricky shook his head, “You’re wrong there, bro. He’s already married, and that’s the big scoop for you. You’d laugh because he pretended to be kidnapped to leave his wife, on their wedding day. I was with his wife at the station. The missing husband was declared found by him. It’s pitiful because you’ll notice that the woman is pretty simple, but very beautiful, bro. Very!” “He likes beautiful women,” Lush gave a brief answer, “Where is she now? What happened?”

Camilla smiled that I thought was as fake as her husband. “Why not. Evenings with you are always fascinating.” Hayden’s gaze was still lingering when his lips curled in a smirk. “Speaking of fascination…” his orbs landed besides me and my body tensed. “Wouldn’t you introduce your wife, Theodore?” Instead of Hazel, my mother answered after beats of hesitation. “She’s Hazel, and Hazel, he’s Hayden, your husbands cousin and she’s Camilla, his wife.” She graced them with a tentative smile. Something dark and volatile emitted through me.

He is an old classmate of my father’s and his salt and pepper hair reminded me of the length of his life he spent in this ranch never complaining. “Hey Clark. Merry Christmas, how is Hilda?” I asked and he reminded me that his wife is still mad at him for finishing the cherry cobbler that she was saving for me. I laughed and then remembered the silent man beside me. “Uh... Clark this is Nathan Dominic, my... my husband and this is our daughter Helena.”

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.