Blessed By God Spoiled By My Husband Novels & Stories

Kylie bent to rub my stomach and I started Aaron which caused us to laugh heartedly. A happy life that had always seemed like a fantasy to me became real and I couldn't be more thankful. I stared at them with adoration and scooted closer. I'm blessed with the best husband, kid and more. I will forever cherish them for the rest of my life

She blinked slowly. He scoffed disgustingly and walked up to her. He took her hand and stared at her appealingly. “I know you want to but Charlene, I don't want you to be a fighter. You're far too young for all this, you have to be happy.” “But I'm happy. I'm happy that I'm married to him. I'm happy because we're together.” “But he's not.” “Charles, I know one day he's going to love me.” He ran his fingers through his hair, whimpering with frustration. “You're a dimwit.”

We had been so young, our smiles so bright and carefree. And now? I had become nothing more than a woman trapped in an invisible cage, revolving around Eanes like a spinning top, my world dictated by his every move. Eanes had nothing but contempt and ridicule left for me. There were times when I wanted to ask him what exactly I meant to him and why he agreed to marry me in the first place if he never liked me. After all, his family was the one that proposed the marriage. In the early days of our marriage, Eanes and I actually had some beautiful memories together. I was always so busy with work that I'd often forget to eat, and every time, he would bring me a packed meal.

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

**** "Spuurrrr…!" Phoebe spat out the whiskey. "What!? Richard Hill is your husband. Oh my God! You are the crazy rich wife in New York." Phoebe's brain shook violently as she plummeted from cloud nine, her mind reeling at the revelation that the man they had been discussing was none other than Richard Hill.

“What are you saying? Are you saying I’m spoiled, Daddy?” Jesus, I’m hard as a fucking rock now. Stripping out of my shirt, I nod down at her. “That’s exactly what I’m saying, you sexy girl.” “Well, if I’m spoiled,” she whimpers, pulling her panties aside, showing me her little wet, pink slit. “It’s only because you made me that way.” My lust for my wife knows no bounds. All that bullshit that happens in sitcoms and Hollywood movies where couples get married and then their sex lives get stale and boring – none of that happened with Sofia and me, and it never will.

His new wife treated me like trash and I grew with that trauma. Things got worse when they had Veronica. She was their treasure, the one who got all the love and attention, she was born lucky; I was lucky to be born. It's been more than twenty years now. I left home immediately after college to start my own life and last week, Veronica came for my engagement party and she has been with me ever since. I can't believe that just last week, I had been living a blissful life, planning my wedding with my boyfriend, Tristan. Today, I'm locked up in this stinky cell.

"I feel like I'm married to a stranger." --- For the first time, saying it out loud made her realize how sad it sounded. --- Sophia reached across the table and squeezed her hand. "You deserve better than feeling alone in your own marriage." --- Amara forced a smile. But deep down, she wasn't sure anymore. Maybe this was simply her reality. Maybe this was what her marriage would always be. --- A vibration interrupted the conversation. Sophia glanced at her phone. Then frowned. --- "What's wrong?" Amara asked.

Although once again her own words showed her the mirror, about how she had been treating Lucas ever since they got married. And the thought made her realize that she let her vulnerable husband get bullied by her bitchy family. But now she wanted to fix the things, including their relationship. -.-.-.-.-.- Hi there dear readers, I've made a discord server recently to keep the things organized. That's where you guys can join in the server to put your comments and questions. Put that link (given in some previous chapters) on g****e after downloading the discord app, and join in! See you there soon~

Rhoda chuckles, while Rudolf appears guilty. "Come on, honey, I like children and I love to get pregnant because it's evidence of God's blessings and new life," Rhoda says. "We can handle having many children, Honey. Trust me and God." Rhoda successfully convinces her husband that having many children is a blessing from God.