Novel & Cerita Feminized Husband Story

This vampire master must be muddling up my brain with his powers if he had one. Then, he circled me once more. This wasn't a negotiation anymore. This was more like an interrogation. "Three, your husband rejected you simply because you're a woman and that your marriage is a fake just to save his throne." This time, my blood ran cold. Fuck, he was spot on.

The caller ID showed the words Fabian, and Cordelia froze. A crushing sense of humiliation spread from the bottom of her heart. The call ended automatically, and the screen dimmed shortly afterward. As if driven mad, Cordelia hurled the phone to the ground and gulped in air. Her mind went blank for a moment, and it took her a long while to come back to herself. A sharp pain clenched around Cordelia’s heart. She could not believe that the man who spent the past five years appearing everywhere with Sylvia as a couple was actually her husband, Felix.

“The Hart family is on the verge of bankruptcy.” Amelia froze as the sudden news hit her hard. Bankruptcy? How,when or why? Amelia wondered. “The Sterling partnership is our only chance,” he continued. “If this marriage doesn’t happen, we lose everything.” Her chest tightened. “So your solution,” Amelia whispered, “is to throw me away? To someone we don’t know even a cent about? “No one is throwing you away,” Vivian said coldly. “You should be grateful.” “Grateful?” Grateful for what Mother?” Amelia screamed now on the verge of tears. It hurt her badly that they all felt she was as disposable as a trash. Like she had no human feelings in her too.

“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea

"I loved him in college—long before you. But then you showed up. Everyone liked you, including Zachary." Her gaze turned icy. "That gathering eight years ago was the only chance I had." Then, a haze drifted into her eyes. "When I got pregnant and told him, he told me to get rid of it. I stood on the rooftop and said if he didn't want the baby, I'd jump." She chuckled at that. "He panicked. You see, men aren't that hard to control. You just need the right leverage." My nails dug into my palms, the pain keeping me steady. "Just because of the child?" My voice trembled. "Just because you gave him a son?"

Tears fell from the corners of my eyes, drop by drop, into the sink. "I guess we didn't make it past the seven-year itch after all," I murmured. Seven years ago, Dad, Don of the Sassi family, held a gun to my head and told me not to marry Stefano. I married him anyway, for love, for a soldato who had nothing but ambition back then. I gave up my birthright, my crown, and my family's empire to build his instead. I played the perfect housewife, funneling him money and dealing with his enemies. Step by step, I put him on this city's underworld throne.

Gary wiped his face and chuckled. Then, he glared at me with a cold face. "Looks like you already know. But so what? We're now married. Even if we divorce now, I can still have half of your assets. Besides, during your pregnancy, I took control of all the company's business. I can become independent any time I want." I chuckled as well. If I hadn't allowed it, none of the key employees and the people who had studied abroad would listen to his orders.

“Then let me tell her what really happened.” Elias turned his gaze to Alia, his eyes softening with a hint of pity. Taking a deep breath, as if steeling himself, he began slowly, “Livia, when you came to me back then, you were crying like a child. You told me that your marriage to Marcellus had been happy once. You thought you were the happiest woman in the world. But then… everything changed.” Alia’s body stiffened slightly. In her mind, a vision of Livia’s past began to take shape—a woman perhaps naïve enough to believe that marriage could always be like a fairytale.

He had done wonderful things to her body and made her do unimaginable things to herself and to him. The smile faded as soon they had appeared when she recalled her second meeting with him. Jake had said unimaginable things to her. He demeaned, defamed, and insulted her. It was heart-wrenching. She was glad he had said they were never going to cross paths. She didn't want to see him again either. Like a revelation, Sheena's mind recalled a tiny important detail. Jake was her husband's Illegitimate son. She had slept with the son and married the father. "How twisted her fate was." She thought.

“I am only with her for the money. Once I have successfully sucked her dry. I will kill her like we planned. Then we can finally be together... you— me and our son." ‎ ‎“Our son," Those words repeated in my mind. My 5 year old nephew was actually my husband's. ‎I have been taking care of him, his mistress and their son all this while without knowing. ‎A sea of tears gushed out of my eyeballs, which were now rooted in place. ‎For seven good years, I thought my husband didn't want kids. ‎He had asked me to tie my tubes– turns out the child wasn't the problem, the problem was the mother.