Freelance Husbands Novels & Stories

Father slammed his hand on the table. "Relax honey, you're going to scare our daughter" mother held him back. He sat down and let out a sigh. "Since you're not longer with him, I'll have to find you a husband" he said. "Daddy, I'll take care of it myself. Don't worry" I said. "You have three months to do that. If not, I'll have to find someone for you" "Yes, daddy" I let out a smile. A fake smile. There's no way I'll have father choose a husband for me. I'll make sure to find someone to marry within three months.

"I know it's a hard-to-swallow pill, but it's the truth. You gave me your shares when you married me. You only hold 1%. My shares trump yours by a mile. I should've had the man of the family by now!" Matthew was still relaxed. He pushed the warm food over to me. "I'm very grateful for everything you did for me, Wendy. You'll always be my wife, company or no company. "You'll have everything a wife has, as long as you stay in line and don't cause a scene, get it? Now eat while it's still hot. Don't wreck your own body." I snickered. "Pity I'm not going to stay in line." His face fell, and he returned an icy glare to me. "Then, I'll have to make a move. Really sorry about that."

But I’m terrible at lying. “I got married. My husband wanted the spot. I gave it up so he could take it.” “So you’re married?” “Divorced. Several months now.” Something shifted in his eyes, but I couldn’t read it. “And do you currently work?” I hesitated for half a second. “Only freelance. I haven’t had much luck in recent interviews.” “Hard to believe with a résumé like that.” “Not every employer sees it that way.” He went quiet, studying me like he was trying to figure out why someone with my background had been unemployed for so long. He didn’t need to look far: most companies want workaholics, not single mothers.

She was about to get up and meet with Geneva when she overheard a conversation from the next balcony. They were very loud, particularly the man. “Let’s have another round.” “I can’t! I have to prepare for a party! But tonight, I can go home to you.” “Tonight? Aren’t you afraid your husband will find out?” “We have an open marriage. It’s been this way since last year. You can’t say anything. It will ruin our business. I have to go.” “I’ll walk you out.” They say curiosity killed the cat, but Freya was no ordinary cat. So, she hurriedly exited her suite. She was heading down anyway.

His name was Ethan Newman. "How long have you and Alayna been married? How would you describe your relationship?" I blinked, confused as to why the questions were suddenly centering on my marriage. Still, I followed his lead and replied, "Eight years. We've always been great. She takes care of me and handles everything around the house so I don't have to worry about a thing. Since I'm a freelancer and don't work a regular job, I don't go out much. I'm pretty dependent on her, and all our neighbors know it."

"What's the matter? Was our conversation last night not clear enough?" "I can't believe you made love to that dwarf." He snorted. "Just because you didn't touch me while we were married didn't mean Otis would do the same." I sneered. "Stop underestimating my husband. We have a satisfying happy marriage." "Liar. You wouldn't cuddle with another man if he satisfied you," he taunted. "My husband doesn't mind my socializing. Why are you angry?" Farrell scoffed. "What? I'm not angry," he denied. "Do you think I'm jealous of you rubbing up against other men? I'm just glad my wife was right. You're a slut who'll give your body to a man who gives you money."

"Yes, I'm aware. And you're being compensated for the overtime, but combined with your freelance work, you're heading for burnout." "I'm fine," I insisted, even as my exhausted body betrayed me with a poorly timed yawn. Alexander's lips twitched. "Clearly." "This is insane. You can't possibly think I'd agree to marry you just because I have financial problems." "Not just marry me," he corrected. "Be my wife for exactly one year. After which we'll amicably divorce, and you'll walk away with five million dollars." The room spun slightly. "Five... million?" "Tax-free," he added, as if that were the sticking point.

After all, it was Shannon who had told them that Freyja was married. “Huh? Is that true, Freyja? Your husband doesn’t love you at all?” “Shannon is right. No matter how busy he is, he should come here at least for a while and show himself in front of us.” Freyja felt a headache. She rubbed her temples and said, “I told you that my husband is busy, so I hope you guys can understand. Besides, he doesn’t like an occasion like this.” Shannon frowned. “Who does your husband think he is? How can he be so busy when he just owns a small business? My boyfriend is busy as well, but he still makes time for me.”

LYRA For a minute, everything existed in echoes and blurs. I expected Aaron to laugh and tell me he was joking, or to tell me he had dismissed Raguel immediately and that they were currently hunting for another investor. But my husband did none of that. He continued driving through the quiet road while glancing at me occasionally. “That's ridiculous.” My voice was quiet, and I could feel myself shrinking. “Yeah, but not uncommon,” he replied, “couples do it all the time. You won't believe the number of elite wives who have opened their legs for investors to save their husbands' companies. I just never thought someone would find my wife desirable enough for a trade like that.”

"As husband and wife, what else? Isn't that the offer I made to you?" "Being someone's husband can mean a lot of things" I learned that the hard way. "Is it only on paper? Do we function as business partners only? If so, can we date other people?" He's Cadmus' rival so, I'm willing to help him reach further heights. Even my family's company can back him up, I'm sure Koen would agree. I saw how his forehead creased for a moment before he said, "do as you please." "No, that's uncertain. If you plan to mess around with other women and make me a laughingstock, then I refuse this agreement."