Husband For Rent Novels & Stories

Hopefully our marriage lasts longer than seventy two hours. As we exchanged rings, that miraculously Benson had already purchased and had in his pocket, the pastor then pronounced us man and wife and I kissed my husband. My new mother-in-law and Emily came back to Benson’s apartment for an intimate little dinner. “So whose apartment are you guys going to live in?” Emily asked us as she sipped her wine. I looked at Benson looking at me. “I’d assume here?” Benson said to me. “I’m okay with that.” I replied to him. Thinking in my head that I might slowly move in and leave my apartment there as well. What happens if something happens? I’ll have nowhere to go.

Amelia fired back at him, her eyes blazing with annoyance as she stared into his eyes, this time the initial affection dissipating, replaced with intense anger as she tried to make her points known. "Okay, you win. What do you intend to do if you cannot get a job?" Hunter changed his tactic. No matter what anyone tried to say, he wasn't going to leave this arena without getting her to agree to his terms and conditions and that was where he stood. "Your rent has been due for a month and your landlord is already outside throwing away your things." He laid out the option before her. "What do you want from me?" She asked in a resigned tone. "Be my wife for a hundred days and I will give you ten

"I had no money for rent and stayed at his place for three months. Every day, I did laundry, cooked, mopped the floor, wiped tables, and even paid for household supplies. Yet he not only kicked me out, he is now demanding nearly a million dollars in rent from me. "Worse, he stole my wife. "Yesterday, my wife went to a tattoo shop and tattooed my best friend's name on herself." Tears streamed down his face as he pounded his chest. "My heart hurts. It hurts so much I can barely breathe. "I truly cannot afford the rent he is demanding, and I cannot bear to give up my wife either." There were many people in the livestream. It had probably been promoted with paid traffic. A viewer named BrookeM w

“We’re not even husband and wife. What child are you talking about? “Also, you’ve got it wrong again. “I’m not trying to keep you. You’ve just been freeloading in my house for seven years. Pay the rent, then get out!”

“I just want to see you happy. I want us to be okay.” He nodded slowly, a look of smug satisfaction settling over his features. “Yeah. That’s good.” His voice turned stern, the classic husband-tone returning. “But you have to promise me: no sex with anyone else. You’re still my wife, after all.” “Of course,” I said, crossing my arms loosely. “As long as you do the same.” He didn't answer right away. For a heartbeat, he actually looked like he had to weigh the options. Finally, he nodded. “I can do that.”

" Nate looked at me with pure disgust. I tore up the agreement. "Whether I deserve it or not is for the law to decide. Try me. As long as I don't agree, she won't ever become your legitimate wife. No matter how much you love her, that thing in her belly will still be an illegitimate child." I turned around and went upstairs. Downstairs, Nate smashed the coffee table. I didn't care. It wasn't my money anyway. I wasn't dumb. Three years ago, when that wedding dress arrived at my door, I had already checked his assets. Now he wanted to send me off with a mere four million? In his dreams!

Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world. It's Sunday today, and we're going on a trip to Paris for our honeymoon. I can't wait to get there and explore there with my beloved husband. I have never been out of New York before, so this is going to be my first trip out of here. How was I supposed to afford a trip out of the country when I could barely feed myself, let alone take care of my upkeep?

I got up but he placed his hands on my exposed thigh freezing me back to the seat. His touch set me ablaze, my throat running dry. It is the most intimate he has touched me. “No, you’re staying” he protests. “No! I will not be staying. I never agreed to move in with you and why do I have to? And even if I want to which I do not want to, your daughter doesn’t want me here” I reasoned offensively getting back up his hands lifting from my thigh. He hissed rubbing on his temples, “Listen Rachel. We’re getting married in two weeks, and as far as everyone is concerned we are engaged.”

Kent Hulk's POV He hesitated for a moment, then met my gaze. "I thought he was just one of her many customers. I didn't believe he was truly her husband. It seemed like a fabrication." "A fabrication? And customers for what, exactly? Does she push drugs?" "She was in my bed just three weeks ago, pleasing me. I don't think people get married in such a short span of time. It didn't make any sense or seem to add up." My amusement deepened, a slow smile creeping across my face. "So, you're implying she's a whore? That she sleeps with men for money?"

= POV 3 = "Busy?" There is nothing more enjoyable than seeing the smile and brown eyes that the man with the wings tattoo has in front of Sarah today. Man - no, more precisely, her husband. A legal partner that Sarah should be able to have ultimately. Not belonging to other women, let alone other men is a perfect male figure in the eyes of women.