Husband Exchange Novel Novels & Stories

He held out his hand and I took it. He shook me with one hand while the other was placed above it. “I haven’t heard much about you, only that you’re gorgeous and it seems they were right,” he laughed. My parents laughed alongside him, their tone shaky, high pitched and so obviously fake. “I would love to get to know more about you, after all you’ll be family soon”. My father laughed. “Yes, she will”. He tried to feign excitement which made me cringe. The man before me let go of my hand. “I am Julius Falcone and you’ll be married to my son Roman Falcone who is currently inside.”

Anthony's scandal exploded across the media, with journalists and mainstream outlets reporting on his affair. Soon, Yunice was dragged into the spotlight, too. "I know that woman! Isn't she the infamous social climber? She always pretended to be some poor student and slept around with men." "Yeah. Back in college, she slept with many men. I can't believe she got together with such a fool after graduation!" "She probably had countless abortions. Anthony must've been desperate to sleep with her."

Looking at all the missing parts, Chloe blushed and looked at him " Was this the only night wear you could find?" Looking at her confused husband, she held the red showy night dress to her husband. He looked suprised and confused at the same time. He indeed ordered a sexy night wear but not this exposed. But he liked it anyway His facial expression changed from confused to amused with a mixture of an evil grin. His expression showed he could eat her alive

Andre stammered. As the ladies ushered Enza upstairs to change, he headed to the exit. He heard the whispers of other ladies . Many of them wondering what was going on with their men. One of the ladies complained that her husband had nearly ripped all of her clothes off in the middle of a friends wedding. Another mentioned that she had to make love to her husband twice before getting there and he remained ravenous. He heard bits of stories from a few more women as he went outside.

she threw the words over her shoulder, not slowing down even a little. “I’ll drop you,” he said immediately, already walking faster to catch up with her. On the side of the road, Nick stood waiting near the car, frozen like a statue. He had seen many strange things while working, but this… this was something else entirely. His boss, the man who ruled boardrooms without blinking, had just come out of the registration office after marrying his ex secretary. And now, instead of smiles or quiet understanding, they were arguing like enemies. Newly married couples weren’t supposed to look like this.

Something was wrong. I watched my new husband sign the marriage certificate. His right hand moved across the paper, forming the signature I'd seen on the contracts. But at the Rothschild gala six months ago, Marcus Laurent had been left-handed. I remembered because he'd bumped into a waiter while reaching for a drink with his left hand. Made a scene about it. Now he was signing with his right. People didn't just switch dominant hands. I took a sip of champagne and kept watching.

“That’s not what I meant… Young lady, I’m saying you’ll marry well. Your husband is definitely a ruler of the world!” “What!?” She held Marcus. “This is my husband! Hah, he’s just a regular man.” The old lady looked at Marcus blankly. A light suddenly flashed through her cloudy eyes. “This is your husband?” Her pitch went up at the very end. The atmosphere turned extremely eerie. “Hah, When pretense receives credence, even honesty is mistrusted; Where we pretend to have, what we have is lost… Hah, husband? He’s your husband here, but he’s no longer who he is when he’s away from you!”

Damon suddenly cut off Henry in mid sentence which made Henry shock. "Yes." Damon answered making Henry taken a back suddenly. "What?" Henry asked. "Yes, Uncle Henry... I am happy with my wife right now!" Damon answered and Henry blinked his eyes not believing how he can be happy with his forced marriage. "You are happy with Riya?" Henry asked once again tying to hope he heard wrong but no. He isn't wrong. "Yes. I am. No matter what... Riya is my Wife now! I should be happy with her and I am. She is perfect wife for me. Now and... forever!" Damon answered closing his eyes and gulped his saliva down his throat.

"Mr. Hart, as the wealthiest person in Avenir now, your prospects are truly boundless. Becoming the richest person in the nation is surely just around the corner!" "This must be your wife and son. If your ex-wife knew how well you're doing now, she'd surely be filled with regret. What a shame she had no such fortune." "Absolutely. Just seeing the three of you standing together is such a beautiful sight. You truly are the model family of Avenir!" "It's remarkable. Mr. Clifford doesn't resemble your ex-wife at all. To me, he and Mrs. Hart look just like mother and son." At the flattering remark, a flicker of unease crossed Stacy's face. Her hands tightened unconsciously around her purse as sh

'Dear Rogue Huntress, I'm not supposed to send you this piece of information because some of the strongest Alphas and businessmen are involved. Some have already lost their lives while trying to get to the depth of their business and those who know are keeping their mouths shut. But I've come to bring it to your notice because what I'm about to share is traumatizing many innocent souls, especially women. There's a FLESH TRADE operating among the rich. Swapping wives would be a correct term here because these men have come to send their wives to each other in exchange for monetary transactions. It's pathetic and nauseating but it's actually happening.