Disney Husbands Novels & Stories

Charlotte Hayes’ POV Warning: Abuse They say that marriage is a happy ending to everyone's life. However, not all fairy tales end happily. The crowd's attention was drawn to me as the pressure began to bind me. "Charlotte Hayes! You've been married for nearly two years! Do you have any comments about your husband?" I was hesitant to answer the question. But it didn't take long for me to put a faint smile on my face and say, "My husband and I continue to fall in love with each other as another day passes; words cannot express how grateful I am to have such a wonderful husband."

We walked out from Disneyland and waited for our ride to come. "When did you prepare this?" "When you said you want to go here.." He answered and I turned to him disbelief. "Don't look at me like that." He hissed. "You know that you're the best husband ever.." "The one and only." He said and I chuckled nodding. "Please tell me that you only did this to me." I said looking at him seriously and he raised his eyebrows. "I told you before that I had a lot of girls before." He said and I sighed nodding. Of course.. a guy like him will always have a girlfriend.

Then pulled out a dainty little gift box. Diamond bracelet. Just like last year's—same energy, slightly tweaked design. I held out my wrist so he could clasp it on. Smiled. Let tears blur my vision. At least he still put effort into the lie. At least I got something. Yay me. I pretended everything was fine. Helped him cut the cake. We lit two candles—for two years of marriage. Then I saw it. The fruit. Mango. I froze. Matthew noticed instantly. "What's wrong?"

Claire sighed softly, “Nancy...” “Don’t tell me you’re going to turn down my idea,” Nancy squinted her eyes. “I’m just trying to make this situation a little better. We used to have fun at Christmas in Toronto, didn’t we? Why don’t we try doing the same here?” “I’m not saying I’m turning down your idea,” Claire smiled briefly. “So?” Nancy raised an eyebrow. “I just wanted to say that… he’s not my ex-husband.” “Oh God,” Nancy covered her mouth and looked at her in disbelief. “He’s your husband,” she murmured softly.

He would constantly murmur, “Eve, I’ve finished the design for your wedding dress. Why won’t you come try it on...? Meanwhile, Zane and I held our wedding at a glass conservatory on the banks of the Seine. When someone informed Alexander about it that morning, he sprinted madly to the venue, only to be stopped by security. Through the glass panes, he saw how radiant I was in the wedding gown that Zane had designed. I was smiling brightly as I held Zane’s arm. Zane slipped a ring onto my finger and kissed me with deep affection. At that moment, Alexander’s world collapsed completely, and he saw nothing but gray. He pounded violently against the glass but failed to make a sound. The security g

As I entered the Winston's villa, I swept my gaze across the room, and my eyes soon collided with my husband, ex-husband–Kenneth. As I locked eyes with him, his piercing blue gaze sent shivers down my spine, his chiseled features and dark brown hair framing a face that was both hauntingly familiar and terrifyingly menacing. My heart didn't skip a beat, my expression unchanged. I felt nothing. My eyes drifted away, scanning the room once more, and they soon landed on Mr Blackwood in the corner, his eyes fixed on his device, oblivious to my presence. "Aubrey." The sound of my name, spoken in Kenneth's low menacing tone was like a whip cracking through the air. My neck immediately snapped towar

Instead, he said five words that shattered everything she thought she knew. "Daniel Hart isn't your husband." The call disconnected. And for the first time since this nightmare began, Emma realized the truth might be far worse than betrayal. Because if Daniel wasn't really her husband... Then who had she been married to for the last seven years?

I scoffed, before flashing the screen in his face, "look at that, it's a text from Dawson, my boyfriend." He stared at the screen for a bit, reading my text *What's the update? Are you calling it off?* I shoved my phone back into my purse and put a blank check in front of him, "name your price Wilson, we can get in this marriage and carry on with our respective lives, you will be my husband on paper and paper only."

“I had no clue Ryan was your husband. Julie, if I had known, I would’ve handled things differently.” There’s a pause, and I can hear her breathing on the other end. It’s shallow, frustrated. She’s not convinced. “Fine,” she says, her voice icy now. “Let’s say I believe you. You know we can’t go ahead with this fake boyfriend thing, right? It’s over. “Whoa, hold on,” I say quickly, stepping further away from the restaurant door. “Why are we pulling the plug? This can still work.” “Work?” Her voice rises. “How, Luke? How is this supposed to work now that you’re partnering with my husband? Do you hear how insane this is?”