Husband Exchange Novel Novels & Stories

Sean was staying at the villa tonight, and I helped him take a bath, attentively providing him with a spa treatment. The bathtub faced a floor-to-ceiling window, and the glass was one-way mirrored, allowing him to enjoy the view outside while bathing. "How many years have you been in this line of work?" "I can't remember, maybe two to five years?" "That's good. While you're still in good shape, you can find a good man to marry in the future." "With a man like you, Mr. Lawson, I'm afraid it'll be hard for me to be interested in anyone else."

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”

I’m practically a walking encyclopedia on espionage at this point. Friends? Who has time for that? I did manage a quick catch-up with a few college buddies, including the four I left stark naked in that pub a few weeks back. They couldn’t quite meet my eyes, but there was this naughty little glint that suggested they weren’t entirely traumatised. Darren and I mostly text, and he came over once with Thai takeout to spill the latest gossip. At least the juicy bits he wasn’t sworn to keep secret. Apparently, none of the brides or grooms are thrilled about the upcoming nuptials, except for the vampire bride who’s snagged herself a mage prince. She’s all about climbing that social ladder. No clue

Riley blinked, looking almost reluctant, but eventually went to change into the wedding dress. Derek gritted his teeth. "Megan, you want to fake a marriage to mess with me? Fine. Then don't blame me for marrying another woman." At three in the afternoon, Derek and Riley held a lavish wedding ceremony. To one-up Megan, he went all out—obnoxiously so. They kissed on stage, fed each other cake mouth-to-mouth. When Riley mentioned she liked champagne roses, he dropped a fortune to have them flown in.

Gabriel protested like a child. “Looks like you guys are still not satisfied with the honeymoon period. Do you want to extend it again?” "Of course, Father!" Gabriel and Charlotte said in unison. Seeing their compactness, Queen Evelyn couldn't help but chuckle while enjoying her soup. "Indeed, the newlyweds thought they were only on their honeymoon." “During our honeymoon, Gabriel also occasionally cooks breakfast for the two of us. He said to make it seem more romantic than a palace maid," said Charlotte, looking at her husband with sparkling eyes.

"OHH BABY, I'M COMING NOWWW! MMM," The lovely little wife of the master was crying loudly, "Hu, hu, I hate you! it is painful." Master Javen had cured his body sickness, his long time wishes, owning Jade, and now his legal wife, though it is not publicly announced. It was considered a secret marriage. It would affect the Master's status in the business world, the richest, powerful, and the most handsome bachelor of the City married a woman who was retarded. Just as Butler Russo was passing by the master bedroom, heard the loud cry of the Young Madam, already know what had just happened. Last night was quiet, meaning nothing happened. Butler Russo saw a servant coming upstairs and wav

They are all men. "Gentlemen, the ever handsome and wealthy bachelor, Theron Duffins!" A man about Theron's age even bowed down to introduce my husband. "Gentlemen, I humbly present to you my beautiful and ever supportive wife, Kirsha Athara Swans-Duffins! Again, meet my trophy wife," said Theron. Not only his friends looked at our side, but also other people around us. They were all amused. Others just swallowed. It was also undeniable that the other wives of the rich people at the party were suddenly jealous of me.

“In that little trash novel of yours, what just happened was the appetizer. We haven’t even started.” “Honey, I really was wrong—!” “When you’re wrong,” he murmured against my skin, “you get punished. Thoroughly.” My poor spine was not going to survive this marriage. He was truly committed to reenacting every single position, location, and time duration from that cursed smut novel. Every time I looked at him afterward, my knees threatened to collapse. THE END. --- BONUS: Childhood Sweethearts The first time Daniel Hord ever saw Wendy Gold was at the eighteenth birthday party of the Gold family’s twins.

When she got back she had to express her gratitude with a few more kisses than usual. “I told you, my husband treats me very well,” she said. Ivy was speechless. Her friend truly operated on a different wavelength from her. Most of the onlookers had dispersed, but some curious spectators lingered. “So it is true,” one of them said to Jane. “You married a rich man's son.” “Weren't there rumors about you and Brock Davenport? Why did you suddenly marry someone else?” “They say your husband is an elderly man who needs a wheelchair. Are they telling the truth?”

In the last five minutes, no. She pulled her face close, whispering: "For I love you, my lord husband!" "And I love you, my lady wife!" – and oblivious to the small crowd present in the room, they exchanged a passionate, intense and complete kiss. As complete as their lives are, with the arrival of little Noah...