Freelance Husbands Novels & Stories

I don’t want a wife, I never wanted a wife, I’m good with being alone and the Casanova that I am, being with someone forever was the last thing on my mind. “I know, I’m working on it, I promise. I just haven’t found someone that has brought out that part of me yet.” I lied, I wasn’t working on getting a wife. I was working more on getting laid than getting a wife as that was even more comfortable than searching the earth for a potential wife. I have lots of females around me but none of them fits into the description of Henry Thorn’s wife, how would I ask my flings or one night stands to sign a contract marriage with me?

“I thought being an influencer was your full-time job,” I sipped my juice slowly to buy time. “No, that’s just for fun. I mean, I make money from it but it's just a hobby that turned out to be lucrative.” I said and forced a laugh. “I have a real job that I love too.” Freddy leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on the table, fingers interlaced, “You know you don't have to work now you're married to me.” My smile faltered. What I certainly didn't need was him insisting that I should not work, “Yes but unfortunately, you married a workaholic.”

Greg declared and hung up. Lucas felt sorry for Freddie. Himself and Freddie were unfortunate to encounter the women they married in their lives. His own marriage was barely six years before it collapsed. But Freddie, he had spent more than two decades with that horrible woman. How he survived was something he hadn't come to terms with. He became more unfortunate to have fathered that mistake of a daughter. She deceived him, cuckold him, betrayed her sister, sent thugs to beat him to stupor and now, she couldn't even save her father from the fat savings she deceptively twisted off his hand?

I followed them. “Let her go,” The men turned. “Who are you” “I am her husband and I will have you arrested for trying to harass my wife,” “You think, we would believe that?,” “She is ours, and our boss said she is not married. So pretty boy walk along,” “Give her to me, and I am. Willing to pay you any amount,” “You think we are here for the money?,” “Yes we got the money but we would have done it for free, it is not everyday we see beauty like this,”

Our marriage was going from a WWE match to a lame video game. My husband was a workaholic earlier now he basically lived in the office. The days we meet face to face is very rare. I was burning in an inferno I haven't sinned but yet I was suffering maybe loving Dane Wellington was my sin and I ought to be punished for that sin. Fathima had unwavering faith in our marriage even when we didn't have any. She filled me in on Dane's where abouts. According to her a wife should know what her husband was upto. Though I didn't hear my sister's name in his schedule so Fathima is definitely missing my husband's complete time table for his to do list.

“First, I apologize if what I'm about to say makes you feel uncomfortable, ma'am.” Alena's forehead wrinkled as she looked at Helen's hesitant expression. Finally, the waitress said, "I have a friend whose husband is a wealthy businessman in Italy. She told me that her husband is very loving and attentive. He always tried to make her happy. Their marriage seemed perfect. But behind the scenes, she knew her husband always had different dates when he was away on business trips. And my friend knew about it. She said it was normal for most men who were businessmen. They claimed it was to relieve stress, or to find a distraction so they wouldn't get bored."

I accept out of spite, drinking it while Lucien works on his laptop like I'm not there. Thirty minutes in, I break the silence. "How many couples will be there?" "Eight, including us." "Do they all have real marriages?" His fingers pause on the keyboard. "Define real." "Marriages that started without contracts." "Most marriages are contracts, Mara. Some are just more honest about it." "That's bleak." "That's reality." He returns to typing. "James and Victoria Worthington married to merge family fortunes. Oliver Grant married his assistant to avoid a sexual harassment lawsuit. The Pattersons have an arrangement where he keeps a mistress and she keeps his credit cards."

too easy. "A month suspension seems like a bit much. And why in the world does he have two jobs?" I pondered out loud as I went over to my closet to pick out a nice suit. For some reason, I felt the need to look good. "These days you need two jobs to live on minimum wage," Solene said. I decided against a suit and slipped into a navy button up and threw on a mint colored tie. "If he's poor then that's even better." "Why?"

Godwin demanded angrily flinging the money back at him. “Mr Godwin… please you have to understand that my daughter is very sick and I don’t even have money to treat her or buy her drugs.” He pleaded. “I promise to pay you the rest as soon as I have. I mean I’ve not owed you rent money before right?”. “Well… no.” Godwin grudgingly agreed and accepted the money. Jesse was his most loyal and paying tenant but after his divorce with his very horrible wife who made sure to milk him of every last penny he had and the fact that said wife got him sacked from his place of work… he was broker than a broken bottle so to speak.

"That would have been great. But you know I'm always assisting your.. husband." "Mmm." "But if you're gonna put me on a weekly cheque, I won't mind." She chuckled. "You know some of us are always working so hard to get our promotions. We don't just get to take over a big role." She wished she was me so bad, didn't she? "Yeah. You're absolutely right. Maybe," I raise up my finger. "I should put you on a daily cheque, that way you can cancel any time." She burst out laughing quietly at that. "At least that would take away most of the time you'd have to be around my husband in his 'alone time' "