Freelance Husbands Novels & Stories

"What do you want to feel?" "Anything. Everything. I don't know." I stand, suddenly restless. Walk to the windows. The city spreads below us, millions of lights, millions of lives happening simultaneously. "My husband told me this morning he wants an open marriage. After I found out he's been cheating on me for months. Years, probably. He has a burner phone with women's names rated like restaurants. Three stars. Five stars. Like we're all just entries in his collection." I'm talking too much. Oversharing. This man doesn't care about my marriage problems. He's paid to perform a service, not be my therapist.

"It's not that it's just ho- "It's okay " I interrupt. "To tell you the truth, I have no idea why I'm going crazy over this particular matter. I used to have covert relationships with around three different people, and who's to say that Liam can't do the same? Liam and I don't amount to anything. We are merely two sham husband and wife who are attempting to maintain our relationship despite the fact that there should be no relationship at all. Both Liam and I are free to have sexual relations with anybody we like at any time. Heavens, I can't wait for the ridiculous duration of this contract to come to an end." I say angrily walking away.

If I was going to act like his wife, it was best I did it right. I looked around the suite again to be sure nothing felt out of place. On the last facetime I had with Max, I slipped that I was currently staying at a hotel suite and he went bonkers. Tell me about "your husband is fucking rich and you can't stay in a real house?" And all sorts of shits Max had said while lashing out. It wasn't directed at me anyways, it was directed at Jason, my husband. I couldn't tell Max over the phone that it was a fake marriage that I was using to get out of poverty but Max told me everything, even the dirty ones so it was only right that I told him regardless of the stupid clause on the contract. It wasn

“ What about you Rachel, you are so lucky to have him, he is handsome, rich, and cool, ain't you?” “That is the problem, People actually think we are happily married, but sincerely, we are not. This marriage is nothing to write home about.” I lamented. “My parents forced me to marry him because they owed him, we don't love each other we are just married for sex that's all”. “ He has many girls that I know about, can you imagine we always have threesomes with Caroline, our maid, is that supposed to be a marriage”. I asked her and she was shocked to hear me say those things.

It all started when Derek, my husband said he wanted an open marriage and he wanted to explore more since we didn't have any children yet. I told her about it and she got angry on my behalf. But he eventually explained things and said it was just a joke, he didn't mean anything by it. I know Gigi is just looking out for me but this is my marriage, I don't want it to end just because of some suspicions.

The day I married Santino Connor, he announced he was leaving the Family, and as a result, all his accounts were frozen. Believing his promise to "go straight and start over," I spent five years chained to a sewing machine in a cold, damp basement, my fingers scarred from countless needle pricks. Our son, Luca, dressed in oversized T-shirts from a thrift store, was digging through dumpsters with me for scrap cardboard by the time he was three. But then I discovered that my supposedly broke husband, the man I thought was earning an honest living, had taken his place as the Don of the Connor family.

That was all her husband said and Bella left his room that night and she’s never been in his room since then. She wasn’t going to pine over some man when she’s being desired by tons. But she was lying, fooling herself because she kept desiring her husband. So who was Gabriel? Gabriel was a wealthy billionaire, sexiest amongst his ton but his flaws? They were so many that his wife, Bella, included the fact that he didn’t crave her sexually or touched her as one of his flaws, the worst of them.

It felt as if someone had torn into it. Once Silas was far away, Nathan asked, “Mom, why didn’t you greet Dad? Who was the lady beside him?” I held back my tears and said, “That’s not Dad.” But I knew that the man was indeed my husband. He did not even bat an eyelid when he spent 40 million dollars on that influencer. Meanwhile, his own son had been diagnosed with a congenital heart condition, and his surgery cost 50 thousand dollars. I had worked so hard for so long, and I still did not manage to get that 50 thousand dollars.

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

“How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?” “That’s none of your business…” “Either way,” Arlington interrupted, his eyes never leaving me. “You’ve been married three years and no children. So, either you weren’t performing your husbandly duties or you have fertility issues. Three years is a long time without planting a seed, isn’t it?” “Remarkably long,” Adam chimed, shaking his head. “You two might think you know me, my relationship with Alice,” I stated, crossing my arms. “But you know nothing. That child is mine and nothing is going to stop me from being a father. Especially not my pathetic friend or my wife’s secret admirer.”