Claimed By Her Husband And His Bestfriends Novels & Stories

I pulled her hands away from him, shoving him to my back and glaring at her menacingly, saying through my gritted teeth, “ Don't touch him.” She looked at me wryly, saying with an adjusted tone, “ Who are you?” I felt embarrassed from that question, I turned to look at Charles. He walked out from the spot, that I clearly hid him and held my hands, saying in a deep voice, “ She's Gideon's wife and my bestfriend.” Her mouth went wide in surprise, I searched her eyes for any emotions or anything but there wasn't any. She said with a tiny smile, “ You guys seem more than bestfriends.. more like hidden lovers.”

“Explain.” “She was married to a man named Caleb. They’ve been together for eight years, married for two,” Logan continued. “But her husband is divorcing her—he’s thrown her out. And… sir, it appears she was framed. Her so-called best friend set her up.” Damien’s eyes darkened, his powerful hands curling into fists. “That bastard,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “And the woman she trusted… she betrayed her.” “Yes, sir,” Logan confirmed, shifting uneasily under the billionaire’s intense gaze. “The rumors say the best friend recorded the night and showed it to her husband. She’s alone now, with no one to turn to.”

She was shouting at me for that monster and suffering for him. "And stupid Mini! my family! Nobody wants me to marry him. They planned to call you. So you could take me away from him, the guy whom I loved the most. "she shouted at my face. "We are friends, cousins. You should tell us. "I said with a broken heart. "Friends! my foot. "she groaned. Last night my husband was pampering me. I was thinking, she is my bestie, someone raped her. But the car had turned its wheels.

"We've been best friends for ten years so of course I know her well enough to know she can't do this." "I'm certain she is behind this. She wants you to think I'm crazy then lock me up in a mental hospital so she'll take my place but I won't let that happen. I'll be your wife for as long as I live and there's nothing she can do about it." I didn't care that I was raising my voice, I was beyond frustrated. "I can't believe you're trusting a psychopath 'Female' best friend over your 'wife'." I air-quoted, climbing off the bed. "Where are you going?"

"We've been best friends for ten years so of course I know her well enough to know she can't do this." "I'm certain she is behind this. She wants you to think I'm crazy then lock me up in a mental hospital so she'll take my place but I won't let that happen. I'll be your wife for as long as I live and there's nothing she can do about it." I didn't care that I was raising my voice, I was beyond frustrated. "I can't believe you're trusting a psychopath 'Female' best friend over your 'wife'." I air-quoted, climbing off the bed.

, he said and I laughed. "Get this....Fred isn't my husband...he's just....", I said, stopping mid-sentence. I really didn't know what to say... A friend...we barely knew things about each other, I won't call that friendship. A fling....I just told him I was married. I guess the friend does sound better. "He's just a friend I haven't seen in a while, you happened to look like him just a little bit", I said. "And yes, and my husband had to step out, someone needed to see him.

she groaned as she felt the impending explosion. “Let’s c*m together, baby! Faster! Yes. Ohh!” Her movements became quick, even the way her husband welcomed her until they both reached the other side. She buried her face in his chest and then he hugged her tightly. Embarrassed, she raised her gaze to her husband, who was still panting. But when she remembered what he said about claiming her, she stared at him. “You belong to me too, BK. I can no longer allow there to be a Cecilia in your life.” She just wants to claim him like this too. He can’t claim her and then have another woman in his life.

“Sure.” I follow her outside to a secluded part of the parking lot. “Look, I don't know if anyone's told you,” she starts off, “but Anna and I have been best friends since we were basically toddlers, and...” “So why then did you steal her husband?” I fire at her unexpectedly. Her face blanches. “Is that what she told you? I didn't...” “He proposed to you back in there, didn't he?” I smirk. “Your best friend's husband. Such a shame.”

Vanessa asks, sipping her coffee. "I want to get to know you." "Mh." She scoffs. "Is this a case of 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer.'" "You are not my enemy." I say. "You said you are my husband's best friend. That kind of makes us friends." "Why would you want to be friends with your husband's ex?" "Because I've heard lots of great things about you from lots of people." I lie. "My husband. His family. His friends. They all have great things to say about you."

Everyone in our circle believed that Poppy was Owen's one true love. In their eyes, they were the picture-perfect couple. After all, Owen went above and beyond to care for Poppy's health, spending lavishly on supplements for her. He even had heated arguments with Miriam just to protect her. With his dutiful, submissive nature, Owen was hailed by the media as the ideal husband. Meanwhile, news about me began to spread at the hospital where I worked. "Her husband went on a business trip the day after the wedding. As expected, she's just a pawn in this arranged marriage. Maybe Bruce has a lover elsewhere!"