Claimed By Her Husband And His Bestfriends Novels & Stories

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!"

“Only heard of his ex wife, he once had a wife and that was a past.” She shrugged apathetically. “Fortunately I'm still the only one he loves.” “Maybe?” “Tell me, did he pay you to pretend to be his wife? I know Richard would do anything to have me back, just tell me the truth darling. I promise I'm not going to tell a soul.” Charlene stifled the urge to laugh. She noticed that Henrietta was trying not to break down but her voice was about to fail her. “Pay me? That's ludicrous.”

Then she burst out laughing and shook her head. “Oh, girl,” she said. “You are in trouble.” I blinked. “What do you mean?” “I mean, you are in deep, deep trouble.” She pointed at me. “You just slept with your husband’s best friend, you said it was the best you have hand in a long time, and now he is staying in your pack house. You are not just in trouble — you are in a whole mess.” I opened my mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Because she was right.

"You've been through something terrible and you're trying to make sense of it by creating patterns where there aren't any, by turning normal conversations into conspiracies." "But—" "I love you," she said and squeezed my hands. "You're my best friend and it's killing me to watch you torture yourself like this, to see you spiraling into this dark place where you can't trust anyone or anything." Tears started running down my face because what if she was right, what if I really was losing my mind, what if grief had broken me so completely that I couldn't tell what was real anymore. "I don't know what's real," I whispered.

she said to me with an unfazed tone. "A friend?" I scoffed in disbelief, as I knew that she didn't have any friends, talk less of a male friend. She spends most of her time at home, so how on earth did she get a male friend who now takes her out? The thought of any man taking her out and spending time with her while we were still married only added to the anger that I was feeling. "And since when does a married woman have a male friend that makes her ignore her husband's call? " I thundered angrily at her.

And ending this slimy fucker in the ground will do just that. I tilt my head, watching Isaac closely. "What I don't get is—why do all this? Why not just let her move on with her life? You obviously never loved her. You could've let her go." "She's my wife. She'll always belong to me," he spits. He says it like it makes sense. It doesn't. "That's not what I heard. She belongs to King, Niko, and Mason now." His face twists with fury. "What?"

she added as she tried to get closer to Maximus again, but I quickly blocked her. "No matter how much he thinks of you, I don't care," I boldly told her. "For now, he's just a fantasy for you because he's my husband now and I don't like sharing what's mine," I added, possessively. "What!" she exclaimed. As long as Maximus is my husband, I will not allow another woman to be near him. I'm not stupid enough to be a martyr. I have self-respect, so mistresses won't work on me!

“I was never with anyone else! I love you so much, you know that! She’s just making up these awful stories because she knows how much I mean to you. She wants to ruin us, Damon! She wants to drag my name down into the dirt so she doesn't have to look like the only cheap, classless girl on this campus! Please don’t believe her... please!” She wept openly now, her shoulders shaking violently as she put on the performance of a lifetime, looking like a tragic, slandered saint. Damon looked at her pale, tear-stained face, and any slight doubt he had instantly vanished. His expression hardened into something truly monstrous as he looked back at me. He didn't see his best friend of three years anym

For every time I had swallowed what I felt and kept my hands to myself and let her believe whatever she needed to believe so I could stay close. The wait was worth it. She was worth it. She tilted her head back to look up at me, her chin resting on my chest. "You know what I just realized?" "What?" "We're actually married. Like, legally married. With paperwork and everything." Her eyes were bright with amusement. "That's insane." "Completely insane." "I have a husband. You're my husband." She drew the word out, testing it. "My gay husband who is also my best friend and my sister all rolled into one very tall, very patient package."