067 Husband Novels & Stories

He asked me. "No, my husband is not a coward. He is Roman Atono, the leader of Russia mafia along with my dad. I insisted that I come in first since I am part of the deal." I told him who my husband is. "I love the way you hyped him. I hope he worths it." He said. "He worths more than it. But this isn't a moment of personal discussion." I shrugged my shoulders. "Fine, let him in." He commanded.

Somewhere in New York, 1 PM. “I’m glad you still remember me,” David sneered, “I thought after returning to the United States, you’d forget your lover in Canada because you decided to go back to your ex-husband.” The shock in Claire’s eyes was still very evident. However, Claire knew her surprise wouldn’t change anything—it wouldn’t end or fix anything. So she shook her head—giving a single sentence to refute David’s words, “He’s my husband, not my ex-husband.” She replied confidently, hoping for a miracle to be on her side amid the crushing situation.

There were condolences from family and friends, a funny meme from Mindy, and a slew of trending news alerts. The photos on the trending feed showed Albert with a face full of despair. There was also a shot of him ruthlessly slapping Summer twice in the party hall. The term “devoted husband” became linked to his name. The messages from Albert kept coming. [I miss you.] [Please, tell me this is all a lie.] [I should have just taken you with me. This is all my fault.] I gave a sarcastic smile and swiped to the chat with Mindy. [Babe, we can move on to step two.]

“She knew the exact day Julian would launch his coup. She knew the precise legal vulnerabilities of the King family trust. She didn't just marry me for protection, she married me because she knew I was the only man with a big enough hammer to help her crush them.” Arthur turned back into the room, his eyes dark with an unrestrained, possessive intensity that took Evelyn's breath away. “Our contract states this is a marriage in name only until the data is verified. Well... It’s verified. Every word she told me is true. She just handed me the keys to purge the parasites from my empire, and she’s locked her family’s entire future to my right hand.” He moved toward his desk, reaching for a pen,

seeing that he still couldn't remember her, all the thoughts of her reconnecting with him and her son flew always from her mind. Ashley added in a rush, "Five years ago, we got married. You are Levi, aren't you?" "Did we get married? Maybe, I don't care about whether I got married or who my wife is. To me, every woman is the same." Levi's voice was still very cold,

He was really trying to give his all, but I didn't get married to him to get all lovey dovey. I mumbled some words, telling him I wanted to quickly brush my teeth, but they only came out as gibberish. I guess he got the message though as he gestured for me to go. I finished and came back. He was already sitting on the bed, and the tray was on a small round wooden table. He was shirtless but had an apron on. At least he wore pants. Adriano was at least taller than six feet. I was small and fragile as a girl, but I grew up to be as tall as my late mother, with a height of 5'7. I'm not joking when I say I caught big fish. My husband is every girl's dream.

And also, she was hungry, what they did with her husband these afternoon drained her energy pretty well. And finally, her husband came out of the bathroom wearing a towel that was wrapped around his waist only. Droplets of water were cascading dramatically from his face down to his chest and to his well packed abs and sexy V line. His husband looks so dominant, he looks like he could crash you only using his arms but fortunately she knew her husband pretty well, he was always a softy husband to her and best and caring father to his son. "Loving the view my gorgeous wife?" Clinton asked teasingly.

His head was now paining a lot. The message sounded precisely the way the old Lia would say. The Wife in front of him was different. He was confused, bewildered. He wanted fresh air. "Lia, I am going out. The code of the apartment is 060997." And without waiting for the Wife's reply, he left. Lia looked at him with worry in her eyes. She was sure that the Husband was crying. And wanted to know the reason but she can't, and that frustrated her the most. She misses the bond they had together. She misses the touch. She misses the Husband.

“Number Sixteen.” The woman’s hand froze. Her eyes followed the direction I was pointing, then snapped back to my face. “Number Sixteen?” “Yes. Are you sure?” I laughed again. “Of course I’m sure. Why?” The woman swallowed hard. “Who… who is your husband?” I smiled proudly. “Daniel.” The woman frowned. “Daniel…?” “Daniel Johnson.” The towel slipped from her fingers. The colour drained entirely from her face, and she took a slow, trembling step backwards. “Daniel… Johnson?”

"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