Husband Thief Novels & Stories

Elder Hugh tried using Family affection but that unfortunately no longer moves me. "Sorry but I can't afford such a Cousin" I refused him plainly "But_" "Elder Hugh seems to be so much interested in my family situation" I raised my eyes and glanced at him coldly. "I didn't_" He tried to explain. "Does your wife know that you have an illegitimate Son outside and also the fact that you have several other Mistress. Does she also know that you collected a loan with her name and her daughter as a collateral" I listed part of his crimes.

I stammered out, shifting nervously on the couch where I sat watching the news. “Oh, come on Hillary, let’s put off the pretense. You know exactly who I am, you man thief. You stole my man from me, you ruined my perfect plans. And guess what honey, I couldn’t steal him back from you no matter how hard I try. You had your claws rooted deep within him, making it virtually impossible to get him away from you. That is why I turned a blind eye when his death was being plotted.

••Athara•• The cacophony of the broken glass reigned inside his office. I wanted to escape but I couldn't do so. I am locked with this evil. I am locked with my evil husband. "Let me go," I pleaded. "No, Athara! I won't let you go now. Do you think that I will be easy on you!? I will not! You are not just my wife but my slave, bitch!" my husband, Mister Theron Duffins shouted.

Thaddeus’ POV "What did you say?" I asked the security guy calmly and collectively, yet I felt that something was wrong with the Grand Villa. "The Heart Of Stone! The impostor who fooled us all and stole our revered tone." While the guard attempted to explain everything to me, he told me everything in the Villa, and I was trying to listen carefully. The Catalina I loved had been missing for weeks already since the impostor arrived in my Villa. Who could probably take my wife away from me?

I needn’t have worried, as my husband takes control of the situation quickly. “So, you cretin,” my husband says, taking off his sports coat and draping it on a chair, “Why did you attempt to steal from the wife of an Alpha?” “I needed the money, ok,” the man responds angrily, “They said they would pay me a lot of money if I would steal her purse. I’m sorry. I know it was wrong, and I’m sorry.” I’m surprised by his admission. It wasn’t at all certain that this wasn’t a random theft.

Hazel emerges to the living room, her gaze drifting to the screen as she takes a seat beside me. "Marius Thorne has gone to great lengths to deceive me," Carter declares, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Two years ago, he faked my wife’s death and swaped her identity with another to hide her from me. For this, he must be stripped of his license to practice law and should be served some jail time." “Why would he do that?” a reporter asks. Carter takes a second to pause before angrily answering, “Because he wants my wife for himself. He’s in love with her.”

Throughout the years I spent behind prison bars, I counted down to this day when I would come home and feel Derrick’s arms around me again. But Derick slapped me so hard with the cruelest shock of my life. Imagine getting freed from jail expecting your beloved husband to welcome you with a grand welcome party. Only to meet him wedding another woman and worst, it’s being Live throughout the whole country. My chest palpated, every inch of it hurting so bad. My feet feels ice glued to the ground of the hall’s entrance where I’ve been watching the ultimate betrayal unfolds. watching my husband promising Forever To Another woman at the Alter.

He tilted his head, his gaze full of mockery, "Your husband doesn't tell you much, does he? Typical Christopher, I'm not surprised." He said 'husband' louder than he said the other words and I had to look around to make sure no one was watching or listening. "Speak,"i gritted my teeth. "Don't be so cold now, Mrs Jacobs." He continued with the mockery. "You're not the first wife to have husbands with secrets. Good to see you have realized he's not your hero just because he came to rescue you." The arrogant look in his eyes was gone and the mockery in his voice had melted away.

"He was a fine deputy—like me, he rose from obscurity as a common soldier. So young… what a pity." The general's wife asked, "I heard his background wasn't very good?" The general nodded. "The son of a disgraced criminal." His wife said nothing, only let out a soft sigh. Then their attention shifted to a hairpin before them. "My lady, look at this—it suits you perfectly." Caleb picked up a pair of swaying hair ornaments and placed them in my hair. The shopkeeper praised how lovely they looked. I smiled. "Then we'll take these." On the way back, Caleb gently took my hand.

“Ask him about the girl he’s bringing into our family. Ask him if he knows where she spent her lunch break.” “I know exactly where my wife is. She’s at work.” “Is she?” Damon smirks, leaning in. “Because I just left her in a rotting house in the slums. She was on her knees digging through the floorboards like a little thief. She visited her mother in jail and just like we suspected, the watch was stolen. They’re a family of thieves.” “Damon, enough,” Grandmother commands. “Your jealousy is showing. It’s pathetic.”