Doting Husband Novels & Stories

Denver Ybarra is handsome, hot COO of their company. Women is obsessed with him and one of it is Sandra De Luna. Denver was forced to married in order for him to have the company. Sandra De Luna is beautiful and a hard-working woman. She was the chosen wife of Denver Ybarra. Upon knowing that, she felt excited and happy. Sandra thought that being married to him is a dream come true, she's definitely wrong. Her life is so miserable to his husband's hand. Denver is ruthless and making Sandra's life living in hell. After realizing that this is not the life she wanted and not the life she deserves, she left her husband. Denver, on the other hand, just realize what he truly feels like is the same time Sandra leave him. If Sandra is determined to stay away from her husband, where did she go and how far did she hide so that Denver can't find her? If Denver is also determined to find his wife, how far can he go to search for her knowing that his wife is pregnant?

"Look, chat! The rich guy who lives in this fancy apartment is secretly a pervert who gropes college girls!" As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, my neighbor Yvonne Shaw cornered me at the door. She tugged at her collar while crying to the camera. "Chat, this is where the guy lives! Just now in the elevator, he covered my mouth and groped me all over... If the elevator door hadn't opened in time, he would have dragged me back to his place!" The comments section exploded, the screen filled with curses aimed at my husband. But later, in court, when they saw my husband who had lost both arms saving someone five years ago... They were all dumbfounded.

Every woman has a dream wedding, but what happens if a girl has to get married only as a replacement for her lecturer lover who is lying in a coma? Anya is a poor girl who has to temporarily marry her professor who holds an ace card related to an incident that almost claimed her future. Getting married based on not liking each other or love for love, makes Anya have to endure suffering in her marriage. Will Anya be able to survive such a loveless marriage? Come on, follow the story of Anya the surrogate wife!

That night, I got off work early and brought home some late-night snacks. When I opened the door, I saw a pair of high heels carelessly tossed in the entryway and Gregory’s blazer thrown over the couch. His heavy breathing and the woman’s moans could be heard through the gap between the door and its frame. I was all too familiar with this sight. This time, I did not storm out like I used to. Instead, I sat quietly at the dining table and finished my cold pizza.

“Prepare a divorce agreement for me. I want to divorce my husband,” ***** Of all the things I had ever imagined happening in my life, divorcing my husband was never a part of it. I loved Josh with everything in me. I took out my heart and gave it to this man, but he didn’t think twice before crushing it. I abandoned my life, my kingdom, I put my career on hold, and I hid my identity just to be with him, and after promising me his loyalty, he threw away everything after three years once he got everything, and I became a trash to him. I was going to make things work between us. I was going to find out what went wrong and work on it. However, while I was working hard to make our marriage work, Josh was busy cheating on me. He never realized that just one call, and he would lose everything he ever worked for. I made up my mind not to keep quiet any longer. I would make him regret ever messing with me…

Jason’s world felt like it collapsed the moment he discovered that the woman he had loved so deeply had only deceived him—and that the son he believed was his, wasn’t really his at all. All of his wealth and properties ended up in the hands of those two manipulators. But what he didn’t expect was that the woman he had once left behind would be the very same person who stayed by his side during his final moments. She never left him and took care of him, even though he hadn’t treated her well in the past. Jason regretted everything he had done to Catheryn. But would his regrets change anything now? "If only I could be given one more chance to change everything I’ve done, I wouldn’t choose to leave Catheryn. I’ll never choose that woman, and I will stay with her—my Catheryn." When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly realized... he had returned to the past. Will he be able to change everything? Or will the same future unfold once more?

Claire's love for Richard was legendary — three years of devotion that everyone envied. Until the day she found her best friend Monica on top of her husband in their living room, and her world shattered. "Sign it, Claire," Richard said, tossing divorce papers at her hospital bed, his once-warm blue eyes now ice cold. "You disgust me. You're clingy, obsessed, and suffocating." One year later, Claire Winfred returns to town — transformed, powerful, and engaged to billionaire Alexander Hayes. But she hasn't come back for a new beginning. She's come back for revenge. Now she's the one calling the shots, trapping Richard behind his desk, her hand gripping his tie. "Tell me, Richard," she purrs, "do you still find me disgusting?" "Yes," he lies, even as his body betrays him. "Then explain why you're so hard right now." The seduction has begun. But in a game this dangerous, who will be the hunter and who will be the prey?

Five years ago, Esther Quill, who was six months pregnant, was sent to prison by her husband, Bradley Warner, himself.Five years later, Esther went to Bradley with a DNA paternity test paper in her hand and tearfully questioned, "Bradley Warner, how does it feel to kill your flesh and blood with your own hands!?"Ten years of secret love in exchange for five years of imprisonment; ten months of pregnancy in exchange for five years of separation from her flesh and blood.After Esther redeemed her sin with her life, Bradley turned white overnight and offered a sky-high reward, desperately searching for his wife and vowing to find her even if he had to overturn the world.The world thought that Bradley loved Esther to death... Only Esther knew that the man had no heart.It was until Esther appeared on the news with her two daughters and son one day.Bradley looked at the woman he had been yearning for and apologized, "Sweetheart, I was wrong!"The three little ones put themselves in front of Esther."Mr. Warner, our mommy is single, and there are too many people who want to be our daddy. Please go to the end of the line!”

After three years of living with my wife’s family, everyone thought they could treat me like a pushover. Me? I’m just waiting for her to hold my hand before I can give her the world.

Shortly after we said "I do," the Family sent my husband, Dario, down to the Mexican border. He told me it was a meat grinder down there—cartel territory. where guys were zipped into body bags every day. He said he had to go—to expand the territory, for the glory of the Family. He claimed it was too dangerous and that his enemies would paint a target on my back, so he wouldn't take me with him. I believed him. I stayed behind in his old, rot-infested house in New Jersey, taking care of his bitter, spiteful parents. I spent my days and nights in the Family's moldy laundromat, washing bills stained with blood. He told me he sent every dime he made down there to the widow of a brother who took a bullet for him. He asked me to be understanding. I never complained. Day after day, I pressed expensive suits in that humid laundromat, waiting for him to come home. It wasn't until the eighth year that a mobster came back drunk. When I asked about Dario, he froze, then sneered at me through a haze of alcohol. "Dario? Are you kidding? He’s been a King in Manhattan for years. He’s the youngest Underboss of the Corleone family." I stood frozen, the iron in my hand burning a hole right through a shirt. "And he got married seven years ago. Biggest cathedral in New Jersey. Half the mob was there to toast the groom..." He pulled a crumpled photo from his leather jacket. Snuggled up against my husband was a woman in a high-end couture gown—the very same "poor, widowed sister-in-law" he had told me about. The next day, I contacted a fixer who specialized in fake IDs. On the application for a one-way ticket to Europe—a ticket to vanish off the face of the earth—I filled in the fake name I had prepared long ago. He trapped me for seven years with a sham marriage. From now on, I’d be done with this damn loyalty.