Bull Humiliates Husband Novels & Stories

He said, his tone surprisingly desperate. I had never met this man in person until the day of the so-called wedding. And from what I had heard, he was a formidable figure- a strong and powerful billionaire who still traveled and closed deals in his old age. He was the most feared and respected businessman in the country, with no one daring to cross him. But the man standing before me now was different from the one I had imagined. "You're not losing anything, I promise" He said, his voice filled with conviction. "William is now your husband. I know his current condition may make you think he won't wake up, but I know he will."

I walked to the bed and folded my arms as I stared at her, nothing but disgust written all over my face. “I believe you know he is your friend and not your husband, right? Besides, he is married to me and I am not that daft to allow my husband spend a night with another lady. I don’t care if you are his childhood sweetheart or bitter heart, but I won’t hesitate to put you in your place if you request such a thing from my husband again!” I snapped and Easton held my hand. I yanked my hands away from him with a glare. “If you think I’ll fall for how fake you are, you are definitely wrong!”

She kept a cool composure and asked, "You had told me that we are going in a honeymoon? Then how does work comes up now?" "I told you just now, that I happen to have a meaning which means it occurred suddenly!" He answered in a rude way. She laughed mockingly, "Huh? Happen to have a meeting? Or maybe you have come here only for your work, and told me about the honeymoon to trick me to come with you, because I could have eloped if you had left me there!" Just when she thought that Neil was being thoughtful it happened to be related to his work. "YOU ARE OVERREACTING WITHOUT ANY REASON! AND DON'T FORGET THAT WE HAVE MARRIED ONLY FOR THE DEAL MADE WITH YOUR FATHER, AND YOU ARE ONLY A PART OF TH

he fails to reduce his beloved wife’s sufferings, and the world becomes hell for him to breathe. She is suffering in front of him, and he can’t do anything but witness it silently. Abram goes near Ellen and points his gun at his forehead, their red pairs of eyes indicating each other’s death. “Don’t dare to shout, boy; you know I’ll kill you later than her; you should see and enjoy her death; believe me, you’ll enjoy it.” Ellen looks at her; she’s becoming weaker gradually. “Please believe me, I didn’t kill your daughter; please let us go; she’s severely injured; let me take her to the hospital; if you want to take revenge, I’ll come back to you; I need to save my wife.” Ellen keeps request

Crystal said, smiling incredulously. With discomfort and pain, Brandon took his wife's arm. He was so disappointed in her that it was difficult for him to contain everything he was feeling at that moment. "Let me go, Brandon, we are not in the house where what your will says to do is done!" Crystal said, lowering her voice. "Why have you done this to me?” "Now we are business partners, and I think you are very wrong if you think that you are going to treat your business partner the way you treat your wife," she finished by saying as she got rid of her husband's grip.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” “Your dogs said you wanted to talk. So talk.” He stepped closer, those glacial blue eyes locking onto mine. “Do you have any idea how much damage you’ve done?” I blinked. “Damage?” His lip curled. “You humiliated my daughter.” I let out a bitter laugh. “You’re serious? I humiliated her? What about her husband? You don’t think he was at fault?” His hands clenched into fists. “Men blow off steam. That’s business. It’s whores like you who turn it into a scandal.”

Especially in front of Zynah. "He got his chance because I wasn't prepared," Bilal attempted to convince himself. "He wouldn't have gotten the chance to lay his filthy hands on ME! How dare he!" He seethed, throwing a punch at the steering wheel, and wincing in pain afterwards. He had forgotten the bruises on his knuckles. "Zynah," He called, swallowing a painful lump in his throat. "How could you do this to me?" He needed answers to his question and fast, otherwise they'd drive him insane. His heart was shattering inside. The pain from the bruises were nothing compared to the one in his heart. That was his wife with another man. His legally wedded wife.

Bianca's face puffed up instantly, and the corner of her mouth bled. "You worthless daughter! I spent so many resources raising you, yet you couldn't even bag a man! "What did the Fuller family ever do to you? Why did you bring this upon yourself, ruining a perfectly good marriage?!" Bianca clutched her face, looking at her mother incredulously. "Mom, how dare you hit me?!" She then pointed at me and said hysterically, "Wilson's trying to humiliate me! He swapped his bride at the last minute! If you don't want to help me, that's fine, but why must you blame me?"

"Huh worth_less b_bitch." "SHUT UP YOU MOTHERFUCKER! HOW DARE YOU TO_" "Huh. l_look wh_who is t_tal_king." "He is my husband!" "T_the b_bastard son o_f a m_man wh_whore and a s_slut." "At least he is not a rapist who takes advantage of innocent girls!"

“You held my hand and tried to show that we are in love with each other?” Anger surged her body, and Sila snatched her arm away from him. “I wouldn't have to show anyone anything had you not tried to belittle me in front of her. Klaus Barbieri, you married me in front of the members of Sokolov Bratva. And being a husband, I won't tolerate you disrespecting me in front of others. Do your duty and act like a responsible husband towards me!”