Husband Exchange Novel Novels & Stories

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

The table was already full when they sat. Mara at the head. Jimmy two seats down. Reed and Cole to the side. Jax on the wall. Sienna beside Lily-Rose like the workroom kiss had not just happened. Mara poured water, not coffee. “The yard said collector. The hall heard the rest. Now I want the wife’s mouth. Do you ask for her tonight, or do you sleep alone?” Jimmy turned his glass. He wanted the no. Lily-Rose felt that.

She subconsciously stepped back a little and asked, "Do you recognize this word?" Xander then regained his senses. "This word has the same pronunciation as modern English. It means husband." "Hus? Hus as in husband?" Abigail glanced at the word a few times. 'Our language was borrowed from other languages. That phrase did look more and more like the word husband,' Abigail thought. She then said, "Mr. Zane, this short story talks about a husband and wife being separated after marriage. After that, they met up but didn't recognize each other?"

My husband is the best man in the world! Running his fingers through Hilda's hair, Nathan suddenly thought of something and reminded, "Try not to get into conflict with Olivera." Hilda nodded. "Alright." Since they are from his mother's side, her family members are important to Nathan. If I get into a dispute with Olivera, he'll be in a difficult situation. Therefore, I can't be so wilful and always let him clean up the mess for me. After dancing for a while, Nathan fished out a pornographic book, titled '100 Positions for Married Couples'.

After two hours, a young lady emerged from the court house accompanied by an attractive gentleman. Jane held the crimson booklet, still finding it hard to believe. She had married in such a hasty manner, and worse still, with a stranger from a one-night stand. To make matters worse, the person she married was the third heir of the Wolfe family, who had a swarm of women vying for his attention in New York. "Miss Austen, congratulations on your wedding!" Damien suddenly said.

Noah asked, ignoring the man’s question and handing him cash. “Yes, sir,” “Thanks.” As the guy reached for the keys, Genevieve pouted and suddenly blurted out, “I am not his lady friend. I am his wife. We are married.” The guy's eyes widened, and he didn't know what to do with the information, so he took two keys and rested them on the counter, and then got two sets of new reserved clothes from the shelves with the kit, placing the items before them and then saying, “Congratulations on the marriage.”

“Other than him trying to make you understand that your pussy is the only thing in this world for him, I do not think there is any other thing interesting in marriage.” She looked at me, eyebrows raised, a playful scandalized expression crossing her face. “Not even going out for walks? Reading stories?” I laughed harder, throwing my head back. “Well, this all differs. It matters what kind of man you’re getting married to. He’s a prince, so definitely he actually should love the idea of reading stories.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Yonda said, nodding enthusiastically. “Their world, actually, their whole life was from a story.”

He looked at them silently for a moment before saying anything. He shook his head and said, “I generally avoid reading tabloids.” “However, this morning, I decided to do something different.” Alexander gave a single nod, showing no sign of worry. “We saw the article.” “It presents a most interesting image,” Harold told them. “One of a rushed marriage. A sudden romance. A young lady struggling to make ends meet, and a billionaire who needs to keep up his reputation.” He turned to Aria. “Tell me something, Mrs. Blackwood. Do you feel that you are in love with your husband?”

No one could resist a view like that. Two years ago, when the Hatcher family sought a bride from another prominent clan, I saw Charles's photo and knew I had to have him. I got the ring, the wedding, but not intimacy. In a year and a half, we'd barely kissed or held hands. Every time we accidentally brushed against each other, he'd jerk back like I'd zapped him with a cattle prod. I could have handled a platonic marriage. Having a gorgeous guy in the house, even just to admire, wasn't a bad deal, but rumors about him kept hitting the headlines.

'Happy Birthday,' it read. I chuckled and opened it up. A red key holder. Heh, it's just a free gift after a shopping spree. I tossed it into the drawer and took out the papers. I thought I should change some of the details. Yves and I had been together for ten years and married for seven. I knew him like the back of my hand. He was a cruel, heartless bastard. After all, he cared more about his army of mistresses than me.