Husband For Rent Novels & Stories

Given her landlord’s personality, she usually wouldn’t show up unless there was a problem—like overdue rent or unpaid utility bills. But Julissa had just paid three months’ rent in advance. She wasn’t behind on any bills either. Mrs. Hudson didn’t sit down. Instead, she looked at Julissa apologetically. It turned out that her husband had been in a car accident recently and had hit someone. Now, they had to pay a huge sum for medical compensation. Desperate for money, she had listed the apartment with an agency just yesterday. Because she was in a rush, she had priced it low, expecting it to take at least half a month to sell.

I quickly add. Detective Swartz nods. “You spoke in the past tense. Does that mean you don't live with her anymore?" Swartz questions. “No... She... Uh... She got married a few months ago." “Which means you live alone now?” The detective asks. I nod. “I thought you said your budget has never been able to afford rent.” “Yes. But my cousin, the guy she married is well-to-do and all. She paid half a year's worth of rent for me and my son. We've been living off of that.”

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.

I was trying not to show it. "Okay, I understand you don't need all the room, Kaya, but Cade said it had to be in a subdivision, and most of the houses for rent in subdivisions have four bedrooms." "Fine," I signed. "Just make sure there is a backyard, please." Helen nodded. We finally found one and called them. Helen did all the talking. It was through a rental company. When she hung up, she looked at me. We just have to go to the rental office and get the key." I looked at her with a vacant expression.

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

"Sorry sir, I don't want anyone to misunderstand," "Misunderstand? I'm single, just calm down. " "Yes, you are single, but I already have a husband!"

However, there were two problems with that. One, her rent had expired three months ago and she was living on borrowed time based on her charming kindness to the old woman who owned the two storey building she stayed in. Secondly, and more importantly, the contract she signed included a clause that stated she had to stay with Henry for the most part of the year during their marriage. In other words, she was bound to him for three quarters of the season and couldn't stay on her own, even if she wanted to. Every time she remembered it, she half felt like slapping herself because she neglected to read that part.

H-He likes my husband? […so, ma'am. What do you think? I gave it out at a low renting price since I need to follow my family abroad.] I cleared my throat and walked towards Jordan. He seemed uncomfortable, I can't ignore his expression. I smiled at the realtor and answered the landlord on the other line. Although, I didn't understand what he said. "We'll rent this unit. I like it, sir. Thank you very much."

"Nope. She's in her sixties. Her husband died two years ago and left her with a little nest egg and a huge five-bedroom house. She gets lonely, so her friends talked her into taking in boarders. Carefully screened, of course." "And you don't mind sending me there?" "I'm trusting my gut on this one, but I'll say it again. You screw me over on this, there won't be a place deep enough for you to hide." "Not a problem." He stood up and held out his hand. "Much obliged for everything. I'll head over there right now." Antony scowled. "You got enough cash for a deposit on the rent?" "I do. Thanks for asking." "Okay, then. We open at seven in the morning. Don't be late."

Wade Two months and I have been living in this hell hole. No matter how many thousand square foot this house occupies, in my own opinion, it is too small to contain four sets of couples. Or rather, not enough to contain me, my wife and her family who happen to be among the vilest of the worst of people I have ever come in contact with. Although everybody turns sweet when the patriarch of the family and the owner of the company comes to visit. If this was a real marriage, I would put my foot down and have Maria and me live elsewhere, far away from her toxic family.