All Chapters of ROMANCING MY HUSBAND (ENGLISH VERSION): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elle's POV“Navid!” I moaned my husband’s name when he suddenly pushed two fingers inside me.I wanted to touch him. I wanted to run my fingers over his chest and his back. I wanted to cling to him as he moved in and out of me, but I held myself back because I knew he wouldn’t like it.I raised my hands instead and held on to the headboard tightly. The movement of his fingers grew faster and harder. And God, the pleasure it brought felt like it was going to drown me in an overwhelming sensation.Painful but delicious—that was how I felt.It hurt, but it was the kind of pain I craved, the kind I wanted to keep tasting.Sweat ran all over my body. The AC was on, but it was still not enough to dissipate the heat I felt. The fire of desire within me burned so strong. I wanted more of him and the pleasure only he could give me.From two fingers, it became three, moving in and out of my womanhood, causing me to gasp. Navid twirled his fingers inside my pussy as if he were trying to widen me.

Elle's POV“I still don’t understand why you’re still living with that man. You’ve been married for a year, Elle, but he still doesn’t consider you his wife,” my best friend Gemma said.I took a sip of my coffee before answering. “We are married, Gem. We promised in front of God that we would be together forever, through thick and thin.”Gemma rolled her eyes. “Excuse me, it should be ‘you promised,’ not ‘we.’ Because we both know that it was only you and your husband’s family who wanted the two of you to get married. If Amanda and Samuel hadn’t pressured him, he definitely wouldn't have agreed to marry you.”I pouted at what she said. “Do you really need to remind me of that?”She rolled her eyes again. “If only I could remind you every day that Navid doesn’t love you.” Gemma sighed. “Why are you putting up with him? There are many other men out there, Elle. Men who will love you, will take care of you, and willappreciate you.”“But I won’t feel the same way about them,” I answered qu

Elle's POV“I’m glad that your husband agreed,” my grandmother, Esmeralda, commented as she helped me pack clothes for Japan.“You know very well, Grandma, that when it comes to Navid’s parents, he can’t say no,” I replied while placing sweaters into my suitcase.Grandma paused and looked at me seriously. “Be honest with me, Elle. Is Navid treating you well?”Without stopping what I was doing, I smiled. “Navid treats me well, Grandma. It’s just that our marriage isn’t like other couples’, but he has never, not even once, hurt me or laid a hand on me.”Not unless we’re in bed, I wanted to add, but chose not to.Grandma took a deep breath and shook her head. “You really love that boy, don’t you?”That made me stop. I looked at her, gave her a sincere smile, and nodded. “He is a good man, Grandma. I saw that in how he treated you—and me, before. It’s just that things happened, and those things led us to this situation.”I lowered my gaze, my smile turning bitter.“And it was my fault. He

Elle's POV It was five o' clock in the evening when I woke up. The sun was about to set, and the surroundings were growing dim. "I slept so long. I'm sure it will be difficult for me to sleep later," I whispered. I stood up from the sofa and stretched, raising my hands and bending backward. I was in that position when suddenly Navid emerged from the bathroom, wearing only a white towel wrapped around his waist. A few drops of water dripped from his hair, flowing toward his bare chest. My gaze followed the trail, feeling like my throat had suddenly gone dry. 'What a sexy man,' I thought. Navid suddenly cleared his throat, causing me to quickly return my gaze to his face. He was staring at me, his left brow raised. Hold on. Was that amusement I saw in his eyes? "Ahm, I was..." "Go take a bath and dr

Elle's POV"Where the hell are you?"I looked at Navid. He had his phone to his ear, his voice sharp and impatient."Then you better hurry up!" He snapped before hanging up. "That asshole," he muttered under his breath.I frowned, my curiosity piqued.Who was he talking to? Were we waiting for someone?I opened my mouth to ask, but the words died in my throat when a car pulled up directly in front of us."Wow," I whispered, my eyes widening as I stared at the car in wonder.A Lexus GS 350—sleek, polished, and expensive.Whoever owned the car was clearly someone of status.The driver’s door swung open, and a tall man stepped out. Like Navid, he was dressed for the cold in a peacoat, jeans, and snow boots, topped off with dark sunglasses.I couldn't take my eyes off him. His hair was a striking combination of red and white; he looked like a character who had walked straig