Husband Thief Novels & Stories

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de

THE HUSBAND I NEVER MARRIED She doesn't remember marrying him. He remembers every moment of their marriage. And someone is determined to keep it that way. Amelia Carter has always believed she knows everything about her life. She has a job she enjoys, a best friend she trusts and a future she is determined to build. Until a mysterious package arrives at her apartment containing a wedding photograph. In the picture, Amelia is wearing a beautiful white wedding gown, standing beside a handsome stranger with his arms wrapped around her waist. The date on the photograph is three years earlier. The problem? Amelia has never been married. When a mysterious man calls her, claiming

“I’m sick and tired of your cheap acting. Please stand up and wipe that fake look off your face.” “I’m sincere with you, honey,” he pleaded. “Shut up and get lost. I’m happily married,” I blurted out. “Don’t disturb my peace with my man and crawl back to where you belong. Your kingdom.” “What?” He grabbed my hand. Despite his apparent attempt to stay calm, I could feel his anger. He must be pretending. “Who’s that man?” “What man?” I inquired. “Your husband,” he declared. “Who the hell has the guts to steal what is mine? Tell me, who is he?”

Mari's whole body ached the next day. With every movement she made, she felt the pain in her whole body, especially in the middle of her thighs. That's what it's called, she's no longer a virgin, her husband has taken her most cherished honor. She's surrendered everything to her husband, which is very happy because they're now married, so there's no problem. But something was bothering Mari's mind, as if she was missing what she and Andrei did last night. What she expected to be a hot fight in bed ended up being a very careful romance between her and Andrei. Even their sex was very careful, without the excitement that would have been sexual. Mari shook her head and something else was going t

Cameron chuckled. "She is also a man thief," Chrissy blurted. Her red painted nails scraped over the surface of the table out of anger. That name was a trigger for her. Jessica, she snarled, the name her husband would scream every time he was inside of her and climaxed. That bitch was dead somewhere, and she was alive and kicking, yet still, her husband yearned only for her. "A man thief?" Kanyon shot her a glance. "Yes your majesty. She tried to not only steal my husband, but she also tried to take the alpha away from the Luna. Right Luna?" Chrissy gulped, hoping the Luna would back her up.

At that moment, it felt as though my heart was being ripped apart. "Your husband is calling you. Do you want to answer it?" The policeman's voice pulled me back to reality. I looked down and stared at my phone screen, at the word "Hubby."

"Who is this person? Have you been meeting with him behind my back?" I held my ground, raising my chin higher. "That's none of your business." In the blink of an eye, his hand shot out, vise-like fingers clamping around my wrist. I gasped at the crushing force as he yanked me closer, his breath hot on my face. "It damn well is my business! You're my wife!" Struggling against his iron grip, I spat out the truth that had been festering inside me. "You stole Charlie's identity from me! You're a thief, Fed, nothing but a despicable conman unworthy of being compared to even a fraction of the man he is!"

Mary arrived last, folding her arms, chin lifted as if I had inconvenienced her. I stepped onto the stairs and looked down at them. My rage simmered dangerously close to the surface. “There is a thief among us.” My voice echoed through the hall. “Someone inside this pack house has been stealing from my accounts—and using Catherine’s name to do it.” Gasps rippled through the room. The guards and a few housekeepers shrank back. ‘Really, Leo?’ Mary asked through the mind link. ‘You called us here just so that we can talk about your ex-wife, who stole from this pack and left us with nothing?’

"You know you want me, so stop pretending. Your wife won't say anything about it. After all, there are men who cheat and still stay with their wives, it's just a one night stand, it doesn't mean a thing. After today, I won't appear in front of you anymore. You and your wife will still live in harmony if she doesn't hear about this from anyone. So just…” My hand shot out, moving with a speed born of pure adrenaline. I caught her by the throat, my fingers digging into the soft skin of her neck. Her eyes widened, the predatory smirk vanishing instantly into a look of sheer terror as I forced her upward. I squeezed her neck, just enough to let her feel the life draining out of the room. "I told

He was mine. And now Sera wanted him back. The sister who had never wanted him in the first place. I looked out at the city. What was I going to do? The question had no clean answer. It had not had a clean answer for the four years I had been living inside it and it had substantially fewer clean answers now that I was also navigating a soul-snare curse, a pack tribunal that someone had quietly planted whispers to provoke, Yulian not knowing the truth about who he had actually married, and the specific and ongoing problem of Kayden Hale existing in close proximity to me in my husband's body with eyes that said things in mirrors that he would never say out loud.