Husband Thief Novels & Stories

Her face was perfectly still. "He failed on the second approach," I said. "And the worst of it is that I felt nothing. No triumph. Just a hollow, rotten sickness. I knew I had not caught a thief. I had set a trap for a man who could not see it, and then I congratulated myself for being clever." "You paid a woman to seduce my husband," Marissa said, very softly. "Yes." "You put money in a stranger's hands to destroy my marriage." "Yes." "And if he had passed the test?"

"She made me do it!" One Enforcer stepped toward the bed, his gaze hard. "Blackmail and theft of pack secrets? That’s a high-treason offense." "Hudson, tell them!" Harper pleaded. "She’s your wife! Look at her—she’s starving and broken! Does she look like a criminal mastermind?" Hudson’s face was a mask of cold, unreadable stone. He looked at the device, then at the photo of his quill, and finally at Avery. "Is there anything else you want to sign, Avery?"

She had stabbed him. Nate was stabbed in the lower body. At the hospital, they managed to save his life, but he had permanently lost the ability to have children. His mother collapsed on the spot. Grace had just laughed hysterically continuously, and the doctors said she had likely suffered a mental breakdown. Meanwhile, Tina had taken all the money they had left and disappeared. She never loved her daughter all that much anyway. Nate had no money left, but he and Grace were still married. One was insane, and the other one was crippled. They were permanently bound together.

he said, “we’re going to do it again. And the day after that. And every day until the only memory this room has left is us.” Vivienne smiled slowly, leaned down, and kissed him—deep, filthy, and triumphant. “Then stop talking, husband,” she murmured against his mouth. “And take your wife again.” Geoffrey rolled her beneath him once more, already hardening inside the slick heat of her, and did exactly that. Outside, the estate slept under a sky full of indifferent stars. Inside the master suite, the newly married Mr. and Mrs. Smith claimed every inch of the bed, the room, and the future they had built on another woman’s ashes bodies moving together in the dark, voices raw, the headboard marki

I asked him as we were walking. “We used to live in this old house by the edge of the border. While I was away working, trying to find money to feed my family, the thugs came in and took my wife and daughter away. When I got home, the house was ruined and my family wasn’t there anymore. One of the thugs came to me and demanded I give them money in exchange for my family. If not, they would sell them as slaves to the upper class families in the capital. I was desperate so I had no choice but to steal money.” He admitted. I felt angry hearing what those thugs had done to him and his family. They need to be brought to justice.

He could trust his brothers blindly when it was about family. " Stop. " He commanded. Travis halted instantly. He bowed and back stepped, making way for him. " Brother, " Danil engulfed him. He gave him a quick hug. He took two long strides and squatted down on his feet near the man who hurt his wife. " You got my wife injured. " He said with a mix of calmness and hot-headedness. " I'm just a thief. My wife is sick. " The man coughed and spat the blood on the floor, " It just happened. It was by mistake, sir. Please, my wife needs me. " He looked at him with beseeching eyes.

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

We also had a lot of intel proving his wife not only knew he was stealing, she was helping him and encouraging it. I made my way back to my apartment within the mansion and had a brief chat with Felix, my wolf … and we discussed what was about to happen. Of course, he was completely on board. Ten minutes later I was dressed simply in some basketball shorts, heading to our family’s basement dungeon. Many men drew their last breaths behind these concrete walls. But the one thing all those men had in common, was that they made their choices. Our family didn’t kill women and we didn’t kill children … that was the law right next to not stealing and lying.

"I can't believe I didn't figure this out ever since." "What are you saying." "I know you killed my husband. I don't have proof but am certain of that. You are a psychopath." "Trust me, I didn't kill your husband. I know I raped you in the past and stalked you, but whatever I've done, I never thought of ruining you and my cousin's relationship, trust me."

His thick stubble surrounding his jaw and his dark under eyes made him look exhausted, and right now…Dalmi just felt that she didn’t know who the man was. “D-dalmi,” he held her arms and shook her. “I need your help! Hell, I need you to get me out of this sh*t!” he continuously shook her arms like it would make her understand his words, but it only made her more convinced that what she was thinking was right. Her husband did something unforgivable towards the people outside his office. He did steal their money…and he did such a crime. “Carden you cannot do this.” She stood a step back, but the man tightened his grip and was almost squeezing her. She closed her eyes and grunted in pain when s