Dear Villainous Husband Novel Novels & Stories

"Don't you dare touch me, Dylan Rios! Stay away from me. I didn't know your reason, but I will trust my husband more than you." "That's not his thing, it's his step-sister who's with him in the picture. He can't fool me. You know what? When he came back here he promised that we'd start a family, so don't try to destroy us." A smile drew on his lips which made my forehead furrow. "So, that's his reason? I thought your husband was just the CEO of the company. I didn't know that he's also a scriptwriter." "Don't insult my husband, Dylan."

is he rich. Veebha:of course not.. I think her husband is useless and a dirty pig..that was enough for Elena.. Elena: Just shut up..when you don't know about someone na you should shut your mouth..And about my husband..Aaha he is diamond..No one.. I repeat no one will get a Husband like him.. I love him.. I can't listen a word against him..Don't say something which you will regret..

"I promise to be present. To be the father our children deserve, the partner you deserve, the man who chooses family over everything. I will never leave again. I will never be the unseen husband. I will be here, in light, for all our days." Alessia was crying openly now, and Sebastian's own eyes were wet. The Prince turned to her. "Lady Alessia, do you have words for your husband?" Alessia took a shaky breath. "Six years ago, I married a stranger. I barely saw his face. I knew nothing about him except his name. He left at dawn, and I thought he'd abandoned me forever." "But I was wrong. He didn't abandon me—we were both deceived. And the man I've come to know is nothing like the distant, unc

The woman I had discovered was married. She looked breathtaking tonight...stunning in a way only my eyes seemed to notice. My heart pounded uncontrollably. And then I saw him. The man beside her. Her arm hooked into his. Her radiant smile aimed at him. Probably Her husband. “Do you know them?” I asked Richard in a flat voice, though deep inside I craved the answer. For them to be here, they weren’t ordinary people. “Yes,” Richard replied calmly. “She’s my wife’s best friend, Marceline Valemont. And that’s her husband, Philip Stanmore, CEO of Stanmore Global.”

But you threw away my love for another man, and I’m sure you’d gladly serve him in bed in the name of love. Jason, you bastard! I won’t let you get away with this. I have to teach you a lesson for seducing my wife, even though you’re married to Hannah. You don’t deserve to be called a gentleman. You’re just a coward who doesn’t know shame, sharing your love between two women without feeling guilty and pretending to be good in front of everyone.

He confessed. “You don’t mean that. We’re good for each other.” I try to convince him once more. “We were never good for each other. Look at what you’ve done to my wife. You killed our son and you’ve ended her career by disfiguring her hand. How could I ever love someone so vile?” He says in disgust as if I was some stray he’d walked past on the street.

"I hate people like you, born with everything handed to them. Let's see if you can feel pain—if you'll scream like an animal!" Her round, doll-like face twisted into a mask of rage, eyes glinting darkly. The throbbing pain at the back of my head made my vision blur, and I was on the verge of blacking out. Yet, clinging to the last shreds of consciousness, I managed to stammer, "W-Who are you? Why do you say my husband wants me dead?" She scoffed as if she had heard something hilariously absurd. "Husband? You stole my Harry, and now you have the nerve to call him that? Don't think that being married makes you anything but the other woman! My name is Giselle Tanner, and I was with him first,"

Casual. “You have a husband!” I hiss, taking a step forward. My voice is shaking, but the fury is stabilizing me. “You married Roman Vale six months ago. The hottest billionaire in the city. If you’re so desperate to fuck someone, why don’t you go screw your husband?” She exhales a cloud of smoke, her eyes glittering with cold malice.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.

“You’re probably running on caffeine and sarcasm. Eat something real. – L.” Her fingers tightened on the card as she reads the note. Your husband, Lucien Vale The husband she had barely spoken to since the wedding—who hadn’t even shown his face—had sent her flowers and lunch? She frowned, peeling open the lunchbox. Inside was perfectly packed chicken korma with basmati rice, a slice of mango, and a small container of homemade truffle mushroom soup. She knew the scent before she even opened the box—it was her mother’s recipe.