Kat Timpf's Husband Novels & Stories

“Right now, he doesn't have any family. You are his only family, and to recover fully, he would need people around. We can have him stay with us. I am sure that…" I pressed my lips to the side of his face. He froze and turned to me, slightly blinking. I had been racking my brain, trying to figure out the best way to sort out Timothy. “Are you sure you want to have him with us?” I asked. He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his lips. "He is my wife’s father. Why won't it be okay?” he whispered, kissing the back of my hand. “You are the one who suggested this," I murmured.

Tiffany Halton, a stripper, is now the wife of the famous English multi-billionaire. No, she wasn't a contracted wife. She was going to be his legal and loved wife. A life she never thought or dreamt of was suddenly hers. However, if only her mother was loved by a man like Kai. How— would she have lived a better life. Would she have met Kai? Suddenly, Kai’s arms slid around her waist, pulling her into his warmth, pressing a soft kiss at the back of her neck. "Good morning, darling." Tiffany paused, then slowly and carefully, she turned to face him. Her fingers brushed along the back of his neck. Kai’s eyes opened slowly, then shot wide open when he saw her tears.

After wrapping up my tasks at work, I called my husband, Christian Clark. "Honey, don't forget to come home for Christmas today! I have some good news to share with you!" On the other end of the line, Christian's voice sounded rushed and tense. "Shiloh, there's an urgent issue with the company project. I need to check on it right away! Juni already finished her bottle and is asleep, so don't worry!" Those two sentences filled me with unease. Our daughter, Juniper Clark, was just over a year old. How could I possibly not worry about her being left alone at home?

Trevor said with twisted lips and started digging around in his coat pocket. “Why? Who is it?” Christopher asked. “Jonathan Kilmer,” Trevor said and pulled out his cell. “Oh, no,” Bruce groaned like it was the last name he wanted to hear. “Who?” Christopher asked in a high-pitched tone. “Jonathan Kilmer,” Trevor repeated. “Heather Ingram’s husband.” “What! No! There has to be someone else!” Christopher yelled. “We don’t have time to shop around, Christopher,” Trevor snapped as he pressed the screen on his phone.

There was something more to their relationship. Tyler stated grimly, “Looks like Yvonne has run into a professional home-wrecker!” Kelsey almost guffawed. “A professional home-wrecker?” Tyler stated profoundly, “Cerys’ uncle, Tobias Clarke, has been married for a long time. His son is now studying abroad…” He proceeded to forward the investigation report that his men had sent to him to Kelsey’s number. “You can look at the report yourself.” Kelsey checked her phone.

Even Helen—who was helping her mother to her feet—was left wondering if Frank was really trying to humiliate Gina after everything that had happened today, despite believing that Frank was not lying. That was when Timothy Clarke, a rotund white-haired old man, limped toward the crowd, flanked by a large group of security guards. He was the current head of the Clarke family, and by his side was Harley Fuch, his wife and Gina's old classmate. "Dad, it's—" Before the white-suited bridegroom Eddie Clarke could speak, Timothy held up a hand, stopping him. "I heard everything. Someone's causing havoc at this wedding, and there's even been a murder. Am I correct?"

Tiffany's eyes widened as she entered Camille's room, taking in the elegant decor and spacious layout. “Wow, your room is stunning!” she exclaimed. “You never told me this was the kind of life you were living.” Camille chuckled. Tiffany suddenly turned to Camille, her eyes widening. “Don't tell me that punk is your husband?” She said referring to Ethan. Camille laughed, " No he's my husband's cousin.” Tiffany exhaled," Well, that's a relief.“

“You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?” Hearing her concern, I froze for a moment. Marco really did have an overwhelming possessiveness toward me. We grew up together. The Vitale family was always busy with mafia affairs, and the previous Don raised Marco by his side. However, no matter how chaotic things got, Marco always made time to see me. As I was a light sleeper by nature, he searched the entire world for bedding, personally testing everything just to

Back then, he had said, "Ms. Harper, I have a son too. The two boys can keep each other company, and I promise I'll treat your son like my own." In just three years, he had forgotten that promise entirely. But for all his scheming, he had failed to realize the child on this boat was the son he loved most. I forced myself to focus and stumbled through the storage compartment, finally finding the backup emergency radio. I pressed the talk button and screamed hoarsely, "Zachary! This really is Blake! Are you trying to kill your own son?" "Shut up! How dare you curse my son! Penelope Harper, do you think I'm blind? I can see perfectly well that Blake is wearing a white tracksuit today! You think

"However, you've just been quiet as if you're uncomfortable being here." "I'm good. I'm just… a little worried about my husband,” she touched her watch and rubbed it gently. “What… happened with your husband?” Anderson lowered his voice. "He's… okay," Claire shrugged, "I hope he's okay." "Claire," Anderson hold her hands, "what's wrong with him?" "He hasn't called me since last night, and I'm starting to worry about him," she lowered her head and took a deep breath, "I know it's ridiculous, but usually, I can always call him whenever and wherever he is."