Husband For Rent Novels & Stories

The old lady grumbled. " You haven't paid this month's rent young lady. I don't run a charity here. Today,I came to warn you. If you don't pay your dues, get ready to pack. I already got the next tenant ready to occupy the house once you vacate it." She spoke with hostility before turning to walk away. After getting married to Justin, I would be moving in with him as stated in the contract so I won't be needing a house anymore. That night, I went to bed thinking about how life will be for the next one year.

"Hello? I want to make a police report. My husband, Samuel Tucker, rented out my apartment to his relatives at an extremely low-balled price without my consent. "I suspect that they colluded to illegally seize my personal property from me."

"Rare, Rin, seriously. Husbands like yours are very rare. So kind and attentive to his wife. I've been living in this apartment for decades, with many residents coming and going, and only your husband behaves like that. He's friendly to people here, always smiling and greeting everyone he meets. The other husbands? They come home from work, go straight to their units, and only appear late at night to go to the nearby food stalls and play cards. Far... from your husband."

"Marianne, this complicates things. We can't let personal feelings interfere with our arrangement. It was never meant to be more than a business deal." Marianne felt a pang of disappointment. She glanced at him, looking for some empathy, but she didn't. She sighed. "I rented you as my bride, nothing more, nothing less. I paid your mother's hospital bills, I pay you for doing a good job, but this... I can't accept your feelings, we didn't agree on that, Marianne. To me..." she looked at him. "You're just a bride whom I RENTED."

Compared to Eliana, the woman Lorenzo had grown up with, my love barely even existed to him. I went to the study, opened my laptop, and unlocked a hidden folder. There was only one file inside—my divorce agreement. If it weren't for Luna, my pride would've made me send it ages ago. But she deserved a whole family, and I wanted to try one last time to keep it together for her. … At 10:00 am, the man in charge of the heir assessment called me. He kept stumbling over his words, like every sentence hurt to say.

But I was married to him now, on the outside we were a perfect couple and Mason was polite but behind he close doors, he cared less about me. I hoped to change things that year as we clocked two years together. It has been a rollercoaster of emotions and our marriage was like a plaster to a leaking gas pipe. While I stood in the kitchen, I used my hand towel to wipe off the sweat off my forehead as I stared in admiration. I had prepared a master piece, the Mansion was Empty, I had leased all the household staff on a abrupt day off to spend the day with my husband, Mason. I carried the last plate, heading to the dinning table when I heard approaching steps, he walked down the stairs already d

Godwin demanded angrily flinging the money back at him. “Mr Godwin… please you have to understand that my daughter is very sick and I don’t even have money to treat her or buy her drugs.” He pleaded. “I promise to pay you the rest as soon as I have. I mean I’ve not owed you rent money before right?”. “Well… no.” Godwin grudgingly agreed and accepted the money. Jesse was his most loyal and paying tenant but after his divorce with his very horrible wife who made sure to milk him of every last penny he had and the fact that said wife got him sacked from his place of work… he was broker than a broken bottle so to speak.

Seeing it empty was far too abnormal. I stormed into the estate with my men as fast as we could. However, there were no signs of a struggle anywhere. It was as if everyone in the entire estate had vanished without a trace. I practically roared into the phone when I called security, “Cruz! Why the hell aren’t any of you here? You’d better have an explanation, or I’ll grind your bones to dust!” Cruz’s voice sounded confused. “Don Vitale, didn’t you tell us not to be there this month?”

It was also rustic, embodying the rustic aesthetic described by ancient scholars. The landlord said the house had not been occupied in 20 years and was very old, so he rented it to me for 800 dollars. I tried to bargain but realized the price he quoted was for a year's rent. It was ridiculously cheap! I had seen several farmhouses but had never heard of such a low rent. Thinking I had found a great deal, I quickly paid, fearing the landlord would regret it. Then, I gave the landlord another thousand dollars and asked him to hire some people to help me clean the house. The farmhouse was ready in a few days.

“You’re not worth 10 million. In fact, I could never afford what you’re worth. So please let’s forget about last night happened.” “I don’t want to.” Gosh! This was beginning to frustrate me. “What then do you want?” “I want you to finish what you started.” I blinked.”In what sense?” “Spend a night with me.” Had he gone mad? “I am your cousin’s wife.”I reminded. “I don’t think he actually regards you as his wife, if he did, you wouldn’t have gone to the bar last night.” I argued.”I…we…” “He’s expecting a child from another woman.”