How To Murder Your Husband Novels & Stories

Man learned a thing or two I guess. “I was hired by her fifth husband. Your sister is a notorious gold digger. Marries men, drains them dry, then moves on to the next. Only husband number five was much smarter. He made her sign a prenup, which left her with only one option, but she’s not very smart when she doesn’t have daddy’s help. Her husband found out about her past and that she was planning to kill him, so he decided to kill her first and he contacted me. I then put a bullet in her head. Unsuccessfully, it seems. He mysteriously died in a car accident a year later,” I tell him, wishing this conversation would end so I can rest.

“Good. Now tell me, how do you plan to show the world that your husband tried to kill you?” I smiled mischievously. “Just sit and watch.”

I pick up the file and turn to the next page where it shows the grotesque pictures of how their bodies were found. It doesn’t look like an accidental death. It looks like they were murdered. My husband is a monster and he murdered these men, he murdered Chase Tomas. I run to the bathroom and I hunch over the toilet, the grotesque pictures play over and over in my mind as I empty my stomach in the toilet bowl. I slowly sit down and wipe my mouth off. My husband is killing people and burning them in fires. My husband KILLED MY FATHER.

With one hand on my bottom he turns me towards the stairs. How can he feel like this. So soft and sweet towards me. How can I still feel the blazing attraction towards him? As I head upstairs I think about the look in his eyes. His eyes tell me he has no secrets. That he’s not worries. His eyes tell me ‘get over it’ But I don’t know if I can, get over it that is. Get over the fact that my husband is a murderer. I don’t know how I can accept it. How I can still love him despite knowing that.

All he wanted to do was to kill. When he heard a woman's voice behind him shouting sharply, "Murder! My husband has murdered someone! My husband is a lowly man. He had been exploiting my family's wealth for years. He is a pervert! Quickly help me call the police!" Vireo immediately stopped in his tracks.

While I’m still trying to get over the trauma of the video I saw, my husband with the same men that murdered my father, in the same outfit. And now a whole new hell of bullshits. This has to be the worst moment of my life, because why the fuck is everything unfolding now? I’m so pissed. Vaughn, the man I had married, the man I had thought I loved, was using me? Manipulating me? Killed my father? Is now after me? Because I didn’t even want to believe this one. Why the fuck would my husband bullshit me this much? All I ever did was love him so why this dramas now and vaugh hasn’t done any suspicious act for me to verify it’s all actually true.

I felt a burning sensation in my eyes as tears began to form, threatening to fall without caution, worst was that I couldn't resist them from doing so. I couldn't tell what hurt the most. The fact that my husband continued to this level of turning into a chronic cheater without shame or remorse for his actions or the fact that that my niece was his mistress, and possibly the mother of one of his illegitimate children, heavily pregnant with another, for my husband. For my husband!!

Calvin sneered. Then, he added, "Tell me where she is, unless you want me to cut ties with you for good in the last years of your life." I watched as Margaret's eyes welled up when she heard Calvin's threat. "I'm your dad's wife—how could you do this to me?" Calvin's anger flared. "How dare you bring up Dad? It's because of you that Clarissa became a murderer three years ago!" My heart broke as I watched. Did Calvin even have a shred of humanity left?

Author's note: This is the English version of my novel entitled 'How To Be A Murderer,' I hope you guys enjoy and thank you very much for supporting its Filipino version. This is only fiction, and it can't happen in real life. I hope you guys enjoy reading this novel written by me. Love you all. Rules to be a murderer: Accuse someone of the crime you did. Be a liar. Be smart. Choose an appropriate weapon. Create a strong alibi.

My phone rang, but I ignored it and went in. Upon seeing me, Henry hung up and handed a case closure form to me. “I’ve found the murderer. Sign this.” I skimmed through the contents and felt my heart twist in pain. In the morning, Henry had promised to help me take revenge, but at this very moment, he was protecting the murderer and had just found a scapegoat to deceive me. “You’re saying that a terminal-stage cancer patient killed my father as a middle finger to society. Do you really think I’d believe that?”