Husband In Second Life Novels & Stories

I couldn't read anything from him while waiting for what I'm about to say. "The man you own as your husband is my real husband. I'm the legal wife!" I firmly said. She furrowed her brows and walked towards me. "What did you say?!" she said shakily. "You heard it right? His real name was Hezekiah Leric Grant! And I am his legal wife!" Shock registered on her face, lips quivered so bad. Her knees suddenly weakened. Her eyes pooled with tears as she tried to catch her breath while holding her chest.

"OMG! My sister's husband is handsome, Ma!" "Mom, sister has already dumped the foreigner! The pearl of the southwest and the east has been surrendered." "Hi there, I'm your sister's husband. I'm Zyd." he happily introduced himself to his brothers. "Hala! How did my sister manage to gayumatized you? Is she dancing like a witch again with her long spoon and making latin words to make you marry her?" "Or did Lianne tie you in bed and ask you to marry her? Tell us, please!"

"You don't remember the three of us?" She stared around at the three of them, looking for any features she recognized, but there were none. Zion was the largest of the three, and the most fearsome looking with his tattoos and muscled body, but the other two were not small either. The quiet one only looked at her with indifference, though he had a handsome face, she thought as she stared at him. Gunther gave her a weak smile, but she could tell his heart was not in it. Clearly, he wore his heart on his sleeve, making her wonder if he was as annoying as he seemed. When she averted her gaze to the sparks of the fire, she went over what she knew. These three knew her, and she was very important

Aunt looked at me with a sad smile and I smiled back at her faintly. “He is scary. Who is he? He was looking at you when we were talking” Petros whispered to me. I cleared my throat “He is Zanvil Adam's, my husband” I said in a small voice, telling him the truth of my life. “Oh. What? Did I hear you right? You said husband” he said with a shocked expression. “You heard it right cutie," Nina said with a pitying look. He cleared his throat “I didn't know you got married but still congratulations” he said with a half-hearted smile.

"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."

But as I opened my eyes to the new day, my head remained empty, devoid of any recollection. Lucian's voice broke through the silence, his words filled with warmth and tenderness. "Hello, my love," he greeted me from the table in our room. His presence, though comforting, still felt distant, as if there were invisible walls between us. He had slept on the couch, understanding my need for space and time to adjust. For that, I was grateful. While he was my mate, the concept of being husband and wife remained a foreign notion to me, one that I yearned to rediscover through the memories I had lost.

Its symbols flickered. Its authority faltered. Not because Ethan attacked. Because he simply looked. The being noticed. So did Emma. And the realization sent a chill through her. The Custodian feared him. Deeply. Profoundly. Ethan turned back to Emma. "You have questions." Emma almost laughed. Questions? She had nothing but questions. "What are you?" The answer came instantly. "Your husband." Frustration flashed through her. "That's not what I mean." "I know." His expression softened.

[Natasha's PO] She sighed, a small, sad sound. "The man who lives here. The one you've been seeing." She paused, letting the words hang in the air between us. "My husband." The world tilted on its axis. The word echoed in the sudden, roaring silence in my head. Husband. My brain refused to process it, trying to reject the information like a foreign body. This had to be a mistake. A cruel joke. My hand flew to my mouth to stifle a gasp. I saw the phantom images of our past encounters: the way he’d kissed me, the promises he’d whispered, the possessive way he’d held me. All of it rewrote itself in an instant, transforming from love into a masterpiece of deceit.

That was all her husband said and Bella left his room that night and she’s never been in his room since then. She wasn’t going to pine over some man when she’s being desired by tons. But she was lying, fooling herself because she kept desiring her husband. So who was Gabriel? Gabriel was a wealthy billionaire, sexiest amongst his ton but his flaws? They were so many that his wife, Bella, included the fact that he didn’t crave her sexually or touched her as one of his flaws, the worst of them.

With a sly smile, my husband fondled my breasts and I bit my lower lip and moaned loudly. "Seeing my wife in someone else's arms just drives me crazy. I can't bear it! I fucking can't." He said slyly. Fuck! My husband looked so sexy in his intimidating avatar especially when we were drenched in warm water, locked up in a shower cubicle. His hands released my boobies and I wondered where they were going to travel next. "I need to make you realize, you are mine! EXCLUSIVELY MINE! Nobody else can touch you." He said gravely and my eyes went wide when his hands crept down my black lace underwear and pushed it down