Guide To Raise My Cutie Husbands Novels & Stories

“What are you doing with your father’s inheritance?” “Didn’t you leave already?” I fought to remain calm as I put the envelope back into the safe. He walked over to me and sat on the edge of the bed, holding my face with both hands and eyes full of concern. “Something feels off with you today. Are you unwell?” His brown eyes were utterly devoted. If I had not seen his marriage records myself, I would have believed that he was still the man who held the umbrella for me on those rainy nights. “I don’t want to take in those two kids. Let’s raise our own baby instead, can we?”

he installed a security cam and a sensor that would alert him if someone tried to break into the house. “What has distracted you today?” A foreigner who was staring at him inquired. The man is the head of the surgery department and his childhood friend. “Did the missus fight with you again?” Ren nods, “I made her mad?” The foreign man laughed and said, “Didn’t you always do that? Why don’t you tell me what happened?” He urges Ren Liu to tell him how he made the Missus mad at him again. Ren Liu told his friend about what happened to his wife and how her attitude towards him had changed. At the end of the narration, his friend is already resisting stabbing him a thousand times. How could this

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

“I married you and brought you into my home! You’re not there to just look pretty. Your job is to have my kids and continue the family name. “After you have my child, I’ll let you leave. We’ve been together for a few years, so as long as you behave, I won’t hurt you.” With that, he covered me with a foul-smelling blanket. Not long after, my mother-in-law, Margaret Guthrie, came in. She looked at me with a cunning gaze. “You had a perfectly good life, but you just had to make a mess of things. You deserve it.” Then, she pulled out a hard, stale bread and threw it at me.

“That works out perfectly. The cousins can play together. That way, he won’t cling to you like glue. It’s the weekend. You should be spending more time with me, your husband.” Camryn shot him a playful glare. “Are you still a child? Go wash up already and shave too. Your stubble is prickly. “I’ll grab something to eat first.” Callum rubbed his chin and muttered, “It only takes a few days for it to get this rough.” Still, he pulled his wife back and stole a quick kiss before letting her downstairs.

My crazy tiger - so cute and sweet. She poked his cheek again. And again. Until finally, she lay back down beside him, placing his arm over her shoulders and snuggling close against his chest. 'Hehe, he's my husband. Only I get to hold him like this.' They drifted off to sleep peacefully in each other's arms. ***

He clinked glasses and chatted away, so happy that he was practically floating on Cloud Nine. Hugo sat beside me, wearing that annoyingly cheeky look. "So, are you really getting divorced for me? I mean, I don't mind. You finalize the divorce in the morning, and we can get married in the afternoon. For the wedding, we can just do a destination ceremony. How about North Oropa?" I frowned, no longer having the patience to put up with his nonsense. "It's a horrible idea. Also, can you just shut up?" Just then, someone approached me. "Ms. Westwind, may I have a drink with you?"

Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world. It's Sunday today, and we're going on a trip to Paris for our honeymoon. I can't wait to get there and explore there with my beloved husband. I have never been out of New York before, so this is going to be my first trip out of here. How was I supposed to afford a trip out of the country when I could barely feed myself, let alone take care of my upkeep?

“You might want to touch it.” My hands trembled. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to pull away, but I didn’t want to disappoint him. Slowly, I reached out and wrapped my hand around him, startled when he twitched under my touch. Clifford’s laugh rumbled through the room as he sat up. He lifted me easily and settled me back onto his lap. “You don’t need to impress me, my wife…” he murmured tenderly, showering kisses all over my face.

For the 18th time, Tyra Stone calls off our wedding because I'm a beat too slow during the vows. She looks at me with utter disappointment. "You know I'm a perfectionist. Why can't you follow the wedding schedule exactly? If you can't keep up next time either, maybe you should just let your best friend marry me instead." My so-called best friend, Jeremiah Young, is known for being obsessively punctual. For some reason, Tyra has made him the standard I'm expected to meet. If I come downstairs a minute later than he does after work, she will drive off with him without looking back. If I arrive at the restaurant half a step after him on Valentine's Day, she will give him the candlelit dinne