Husband First Bi Novels & Stories

Five years ago, Esther Quill, who was six months pregnant, was sent to prison by her husband, Bradley Warner, himself.Five years later, Esther went to Bradley with a DNA paternity test paper in her hand and tearfully questioned, "Bradley Warner, how does it feel to kill your flesh and blood with your own hands!?"Ten years of secret love in exchange for five years of imprisonment; ten months of pregnancy in exchange for five years of separation from her flesh and blood.After Esther redeemed her sin with her life, Bradley turned white overnight and offered a sky-high reward, desperately searching for his wife and vowing to find her even if he had to overturn the world.The world thought that Bradley loved Esther to death... Only Esther knew that the man had no heart.It was until Esther appeared on the news with her two daughters and son one day.Bradley looked at the woman he had been yearning for and apologized, "Sweetheart, I was wrong!"The three little ones put themselves in front of Esther."Mr. Warner, our mommy is single, and there are too many people who want to be our daddy. Please go to the end of the line!”

Shortly after we said "I do," the Family sent my husband, Dario, down to the Mexican border. He told me it was a meat grinder down there—cartel territory. where guys were zipped into body bags every day. He said he had to go—to expand the territory, for the glory of the Family. He claimed it was too dangerous and that his enemies would paint a target on my back, so he wouldn't take me with him. I believed him. I stayed behind in his old, rot-infested house in New Jersey, taking care of his bitter, spiteful parents. I spent my days and nights in the Family's moldy laundromat, washing bills stained with blood. He told me he sent every dime he made down there to the widow of a brother who took a bullet for him. He asked me to be understanding. I never complained. Day after day, I pressed expensive suits in that humid laundromat, waiting for him to come home. It wasn't until the eighth year that a mobster came back drunk. When I asked about Dario, he froze, then sneered at me through a haze of alcohol. "Dario? Are you kidding? He’s been a King in Manhattan for years. He’s the youngest Underboss of the Corleone family." I stood frozen, the iron in my hand burning a hole right through a shirt. "And he got married seven years ago. Biggest cathedral in New Jersey. Half the mob was there to toast the groom..." He pulled a crumpled photo from his leather jacket. Snuggled up against my husband was a woman in a high-end couture gown—the very same "poor, widowed sister-in-law" he had told me about. The next day, I contacted a fixer who specialized in fake IDs. On the application for a one-way ticket to Europe—a ticket to vanish off the face of the earth—I filled in the fake name I had prepared long ago. He trapped me for seven years with a sham marriage. From now on, I’d be done with this damn loyalty.

The New Year's Day had barely started when my usually unromantic husband, Everett Grant, surprised me by booking a tour for me. The moment I settled into the bus, however, a line of text suddenly drifted across my vision. [Poor Tina! Her jerk husband booked a one-dollar tour for her, and then turns around and drops ten grand taking his mistress overseas.] I froze, convinced my eyes were playing tricks on me, and kept chatting with the woman beside me as if nothing had happened. Then the messages showed up again. [Seriously? Tina's still smiling like an idiot. She has no idea this tour is really a trafficking ring. Once they get her to the island, she's done for!] [Oh, no! The bus leaves in three minutes. Is Tina actually gonna die like this? That's such a miserable way to go!] The bus had been quiet until the tour guide suddenly spoke up. "We'll be departing shortly. It's about an hour's ride. After that, we'll transfer to a boat to reach the island."

Season 1: My husband and a lover is a book with well-designed characters and plots, nice narration, and excellent story pace. It takes you on a journey as you read on Venessa, Martin, and Raymond. Martin is her husband while Raymond is her lover. A lot of twists and turns. Dare to read, for the brave hearts.

Tall, handsome, sweet, compassionate caring, and smart? Oh, now you're making me laugh! But it's true, that's how you would describe Nathan Taylor, the 28-year-old lawyer who took California by storm. Ladies would swoon at the sight of him but he was married to Anette, his beautiful wife of 5 years. Their lives looked perfect from the outside with Anette being the perfect wife and Nathan being the loving husband. However, things were not as simple as that. Nathan Taylor was hiding things from Anette, he carried on with his life like everything was okay when in reality Anette would be crushed if she found out what he was up to. But what if she already knew? What happens when the 28-year-old Anette takes the law into her own hands and gives Nathan a little taste of his own medicine? ~ "Anette, I didn't think you'd find out about this I'm sorry." The woman said and Anette stared at her, a smile plastered on her face. "Oh don't worry sweetheart. There's nothing to apologize for. All is fair in love and war."

Sarah is a drama fan who went and live in Korea just to see her idol up close. But one day when she was going out on a shopping spree for some idol goods. She tripped and sprained her foot so bad. And someone went to help her. In her shock, she meet her idol in flesh, Dohyung Kang, a not-so-famous Korean actor but she fell so hard on his talents. He offered help but she refuses and in her mind, she was already so ashamed of herself since he already discovered she was a hardcore fan. He lifted her up and brought her to his home and meet his wife, Ji-Ha Kang, who was a doctor who practiced both old and modern treatment. Ji-Ha tried the massage treatment on her sprain and Sarah moans Infront of them... This will be a complicated and mature story of a polygamous relationship. They solve their problem and sex life.

When Delia finds out she’s pregnant she’s so excited but her world is shattered when she finds out her husband’s having an affair with his secretary who also claims to be pregnant. Delia demands a divorce and leaves before Thomas can change her mind.

On a public holiday, I took Henry's mom, Johanna, to a new salon at Vanderbilt Court for a makeover. Halfway through, she suddenly cried out. I rushed over—burnt smell hit me hard. I yanked the machine off her head. Too late. Her hair was fried. Blisters spread across her scalp. I called the salon manager. She barely looked at us, lips curling. "What a hassle. If you can't afford luxury, don't pretend. I won't charge you. Now get out." I pointed at her. "You burned my mother-in-law. You're paying for her treatment and taking her to the hospital. Or I report this." Her brows shot up. Hands on her hips. "Oh, so now you're faking injuries for money? You even broke our premium equipment. You owe me a hundred grand today. And just so you know—this whole mall? My husband owns it. Pay up, or I'll make you." My heart stuttered. Vanderbilt Court... Johanna had just bought it and handed it to Henry. And he really had a side chick right under our noses.

My sister smiled while I died. As I lay helpless in a hospital bed, I listened to my family talk about my funeral, my inheritance, and the fortune they would gain once my heart stopped beating. My husband never came to see me. My parents called my death useful. And my sister, the person I trusted most, stole the wedding ring from my finger before turning off my life support. Then I died. But instead of staying dead, I woke up three years in the past. This time, I remember everything. I remember my husband who treated me like a burden. My parents who used me as a wallet. And my sister who smiled while I took my last breath. And this time, I refuse to be their victim. My first move is simple: divorce my cold, emotionless husband, Elias. I expect him to sign the papers like he always ignored me. Instead, he rips them apart. The man who once couldn’t stand my touch suddenly pins me against his desk, his eyes dark with obsession. “You spent years begging for my love,” Elias growls. “Now that I finally want you, you think I’ll let you leave?.” His grip tightens on my waist. “Over my dead body.”

Drunk and heartbroken, Juliette spends a night with a stranger, wanting nothing more than to forget about it. Four years later, while trying to get her business off the ground and take care of her ailing grandmother, Juliette faces a severe financial crisis. When yet another client refuses to continue with her company’s services and her grandmother falls gravely ill, she has no choice but to give in to her uncle’s demands. The only condition? She must marry the youngest son of the Garret family, a man rumored to be hideously ugly and impotent after a terrible accident years ago. For the sake of her business and her grandmother, Juliette agrees to marry James Garret, the so-called ugly and impotent billionaire. But after the wedding, she discovers the truth. His family has imposed a condition: unless he gets Juliette pregnant within the year, he will be cut out of the family will and stripped of his billionaire status. When Juliette meets James for the first time, she is shocked to find that he is neither ugly as the rumors claimed him to be nor impotent. Why else would he, on their wedding night, lean in close and whisper in her ear? “Let’s make some babies, sweet thing.”