Husband For Rent Novels & Stories

Vincent glared at his nosey cousin and looked about ready to gauge out his cousin's sparkling eyes with gossip. "This is my Penthouse and as I told you before she isn't my friend." She dismissed him flatly. His eyes widened further if that was even possible, "Damn! Even if I sold all my organs, I can't rent a fire hydrant in that Area!" He slapped his one hand on the other and exasperated as if a realization had dawned upon him, "How rich are you?! And now you have the richest man on the continent as your husband! Is Russia trying to invade and take over USA or something?"

Seeing how she admired the place, he was about to add a few more surprises when Lulu suddenly spoke out in a faint voice, “The rent here must cost a fortune.” He furrowed his brows and asked in amazement. “Rent?” Lulu didn’t catch on to what he meant but still nodded innocently. Boss Vicker felt amused at her ignorance. “I didn’t rent it, Lulu. I bought it. Houses at Peak View are not for rent.” The young lady’s mouth was suddenly in an 'O' shape when her brain registered what her husband said.

“The lowest house rent there is ten million naira per year for just a small two-bedroom flat, let alone the kind of mansion your husband has put you in! Serious? Your husband got a place in Banana Island?” “He didn't rent it, Sandra,” I murmured. There was a sudden, heavy pause on the other end of the line. Then, Sandra’s voice dropped to a suspicious, deadpan whisper. “Amara. Are you hiding your husband from us?” “I’m not hiding him—”

“I know. I just… I don’t know how.” The doctor hesitated, then pulled a small card from his pocket. “Look, I’m not supposed to do this, but a patient’s family mentioned something last week. There’s an agency that handles unusual arrangements. High paying ones. They call it spouse rental. Legal contracts for people who need money quick. Might be worth a call if you’re truly desperate.” Lina stared at the plain white card with only a phone number and the words “Elite Matches – Contract Services.” “Spouse rental? Like… fake marriage?”

You're going to cry your eyes out in remorse when my grandson finally inherits the family fortune and Levi marries Audie! I cocked an eyebrow at her. What family fortune was she talking about? I looked into the matter, and very quickly, I managed to dig up everything about Claudia Evans. As it turned out, Claudia dropped out of college to marry Rufus Zahn, a wealthy heir. However, Rufus was a playboy who lived a very promiscuous life and loved sleeping around with women. As such, Claudia was unable to bear any children for him because of his low sperm count. As such, Rufus' mother, Rose Winters, had always looked down on Claudia. That was when Claudia suddenly had the twisted idea to "borrow

"Listen to me. For five years, I've been looking for you everywhere. I put in a lot of effort, money, and thought just to meet you. I even lowered my pride and almost went crazy asking a disabled man like you to be my husband. So, shut up and do what I say." Deric pulled the corners of his lips upwards. When he turned to his three brothers, he received an unusual look of hatred. "Very well, Miss. But I'll do it if you'll accept the conditions I put forward."

“We signed a one-year contract, and it has not expired yet!” “It has not, but you’ll have to pay the rent, Mrs. Grist!” “Don’t worry. I won’t owe you the rent!” Cordelia pouted. “I’ll transfer it to you soon! “Also, please remember that I’m not Mrs. Grist!” She raised her voice and enunciated each word clearly to the landlord. “My husband is Mr. Hamerton!” “Oh… Okay, Mrs. Hamerton!” The landlord did not care if it was Grist or Hamerton as long as she could get the payment.

"I'm afraid you came all the way here for nothing. I only rent to women, no men allowed." Kylas's eyes unintentionally narrowed as he stared her down. "Excuse me?" "I know you heard me right the first time." She rolled her eyes. Kylas was confused, he wasn't prepared for this at all. "Excuse me?" "Have you suddenly gone deaf, sir? I only rent to women, no men allowed. And I'm pretty sure you saw that on the ad before you clicked it." She retorted, placing her right hand on her right hip.

"What?! Are you insane? Why would that woman live with us in one house? Do you want to humiliate me?" He responded with total indifference, his words stinging like a whip: "Don’t overreact. Remember well that I am just a substitute husband in a temporary contract on paper, not a real marriage built on love. Irish has lived in my house for years; this is a natural situation and it won't change now for your sake."

That Stuart had suffered some sort of hysterical break instead of . Changing. Of course, a call to The Can Man revealed that Stuart hasn’t reported to work all week. A follow-up call to the landlord of his apartment over Chin’s Pizza on Main Street told us he hasn’t been seen there all week, either. Because he’s a week late on rent—a rarity; he’d always paid on time—the landlord let us in. We found a small, cramped apartment reflective of a lonely, threadbare life. Nothing unusual, except that it looked like no one had lived there for a few days.