Dear Villainous Husband Novel Novels & Stories

"I said I didn't—" Stefano's fingers dug in hard, his eyes boring straight through me as he cut me off again. "Lie to yourself all you want. I'm done listening." So that was it. I'd walked right into Isla's trap. And my husband of seven years took her word for it without a second thought. Seven years of us, just gone. I didn't fight back when he hauled me to the car. What was the point? At the hospital, Stefano marched me straight to Isla's room. Doctors crowded in.

She would expose Emma’s hypocrisy. Martin had been silent all along as he carefully observed Emma’s husband. Last time, it was a designer outfit, perhaps a gift from Emma's husband's boss. This time, it was another designer outfit... could Bella have guessed wrong? Emma's husband looked familiar…Like someone famous with a lot of influence. It's just that... Martin tried hard to recall, but he could not figure out which executive in the city Emma's husband could be. After a while, Celine finally recovered from the initial shock. "Why are you being so unpleasant?

Arlington was eloquent, always finding the right points to strike, but I wasn’t going to let him get to me. “Alice might be independent, but she’s no cheater,” I asserted. “Unlike you,” Adam sighed, shaking his head. “You can be such a hypocrite sometimes.” “Lily and I are in love, have been since before my marriage to Alice,” I asserted, feeling the heat rising in my chest and face. “That doesn’t change the fact that the child is mine.” “You think it is,” Arlington shrugged. “But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…”

Rod said. "There's something you need to know, Rod," I said to him. "What is it? Why does someone want you dead? Do you have enemies?" he asked. "My husband is a very dangerous person. He was a ruthless, merciless mafia boss who foughts for everything lethal and illegal just to get home to his lovely wife and make love to her to wash all the tiredness and worries away," I explained and his eyes narrowed, he was listening to me very carefully.

That is the short story of the romantic novel she had heard during her life in Indonesia. 'Bastard! I've never done those terrible things! I've never slept with anyone other than Hayden, my husband! But why is my baby have not the royal family’s blood? Crazy… this is all crazy… this world really just sided with the plot of that damn novel! My ten years of hard work so that I don't have the same fate as the villainess Fuschia in the novel, turns out to be in vain.' Fuschia sobbed as the guards pushed her roughly into the narrow old wooden wagon while clutching her baby tightly.

- I again gulped my saliva . I hope he won't embarrass me infront of the whole class . I turned to see that my friends were worried too . Whatever .I took it over myself . Even if he is my husband I don't want him to treat me differently .I would appreciate it if he seperate our personal and professional life differently . I grabbed my textbook and slowly walked towards him squeezing the poor book in my hands . " So you finished reading right "- I nodded slowly, not meeting his eyes . " Tell me what did you read .?"- He asked .His voice is slow and soft .

I have trusted him. It’s hard... so hard to just see him as the villain. Especially when he says he wants to talk. Especially when he says he's regretful, that he wants me back, that we can work this out. But after sitting here, watching him perform this entire charade that he believes passes for an apology... I can’t ignore it anymore. I’ve been married to a man I never really knew. This has always been a movie. No, probably a fantasy. He gave me a fantasy. A carefully constructed illusion of the life I thought I was living, the life I thought I had… all while he took everything from me.

I laughed silently at the thought of that. “What’s funny?” She asked, her eyes wide open while I took a quick glance at her again. She’s definitely not the Sheba I used to play with when I was a kid. She was married now with kids so she definitely had that ‘mom’ body. I was looking at her, looking for reasons, even the tiniest detail of why her husband would do that to her. I eventually came to a conclusion that he was just an ass and my husband was an even bigger ass. No wonder the saying, the bad eggs spoil the good ones. Who would have ever thought that Vincent would be caught in bed with Rick? Crazy!

The way velvet gasped she had spoken in a while because of the shock of things and how things turned out, her so called husband had lied to her their entire marriage … I understood how she felt totally to the core imagine being deceived your whole life into believing that your partner was the victim just to turn out that he was the villain all along… I would snap into pieces!!!! But I could tell she was a strong lady she would fight through… “I Always knew there was something dark about him so I couldn't place it!” She voiced … Marina took Velvet's hand in hers in a way to give her comfort…

He traces his thumb over my lips, down my collarbone, sending a shiver through me. “No good man would want to do the things I am going to do to you." He leans closer, ignoring my flich. “No good man will fuck you while making you moan his name despite you being married to his nephew." “Stop!" I try to push him away. Russell is my husband, I can't betray him, not for someone like Valentino. 'then for someone like who?' My mind wonders. His throat wraps around my neck, and the next thing I know, I am being pushed back on the table.