Lawan Kata Hubby Novels & Stories

Alex POV I was rushing to work because I woke up late, What dad said last night is really boiling in me, How can I get married within 14 days, when all the ladies I came about are nothing but whore and stupid, let me introduce myself . I am Albert Alex but my friends called me A2, 25 years old, handsome , rich and outspoken , I hate women, all they ever wanted was sex!!, sex!!, sex!! And money, so I treat them as a trash they are, I fucked them like crazy , I don't care if I hurt them or not, i am addicted sex freak, ladies flock to me like magnet , it happens that today I was very angry and confused , my birthday was in 4 days and daddy said I must bring a wife home, I can't take those bitc

and why do I still love him? "Habbab?" She frowns when she notices I've said Habbab's name with hatred and disgust. "He's the one I married. He is my husband. He lied to me about everything, even about his last name. He told me it was Argent, and it turned out to be Arslan." "You married my brother Habbab?" Dilay almost shouts her question, incredibly surprised at my confession. "Habbab is your brother?" just then the door bursts open, and the king of Roma, just who we were talking about, peeks out.

The doctor said, " You must be Miss Tracy Hall. " Tracy nodded her head. " Yes, I am. The man you are treating is my father. What is going on?" " What happened to my husband!" Kathryn asked, worried, showing very well in her voice. " Please, calm down." The doctor said, taking a walk around the table to assume his seat. " What is wrong with my father?" Tracy asked again. " Hmm." The doctor exhaled. " He has no health challenges. Nothing is actually wrong with him."

he answered without hesitation. I swallowed hard, my throat parched. Desperate to erect a wall between us, I reached for the most obvious defense left. “Even if the divorce is finalized tomorrow, you'll still be Ethan's father. I'll still be the woman who was married to your son. Don't you think I am the absolute last woman you should be saying these things to?" Damian’s jaw set slightly. "You've spent the last three years convincing yourself that you know exactly what a man wants from you."

He walked in with quiet confidence, keeping his calm and controlled aura as always. Sebastian was the first to make a remark with a scoff. He leaned back with a voice dripping with disdain to say loudly, “This meeting’s for family, not some giddy show-wife.” The insult hung in the air like a slap. Isla didn’t react, and neither did Damien blink. All he did was simply turn his head slightly, like someone addressing a fly, to say, “My wife has more right to be here than half the people in this room.” The words immediately shut Sebastian up.

“I’m a married woman, Rafael! I don’t belong here. You shouldn’t be doing this. My husband... he’s trying to make things right. He owes you, but he’s working on paying you back! Don’t... don’t use me like this. Don’t make me your... your pawn. That’s barbaric!” Rafael stepped closer, the intensity of his presence suffocating me. His words cut through the air like a slap. “Oh, I see,” he said, his voice oozing with disdain. “So you think your husband is some kind of knight in shining armor, huh? The reality is, your husband is living his best life while you’re here, getting all worried about him. He doesn’t want you. He never did. He married you for one reason—to use you as bait to make money

Mateo focused his gaze on Tessa and slightly frowned at her after he heard what she said. According to Mateo's thought 'There's no way Tina is fit to be his dear precious wife!'. "Oh dear, I shouldn't be worried then Tessa. Because I'm sure Mateo would bring home a daughter in-law for me on the 4th of next month during his birthday whether he likes it or not". Deborah said, almost threatening her son, but Mateo was uninterested with what she said. He has a new problem to deal with. And that new problem was Tina being his contract wife.

Rowoon’s soft breathing filled the room, a comforting reminder of everything they’d built together. This was it. This was their home. Their lives. “I love you,” Alessa whispered, looking at him, “I love too, my love”. And thus concludes the tale of "My Husband Hates Me," a journey that began with hate but blossomed into a story of love. ~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~ END *@*@* If you guys want I can write another story about their son Roowon but the story will be completly different than this story.

Other maids hid behind while pacing back sluggishly. “You don't really have to get angry at the maids. You keep firing the babysitters the same way you fire your workers. None of them ever satisfied you. I don't even think there's anyone out there that can ever satisfy you, you're unappeasable. Richard Sullivan, shoot your shot for once.” “What you need isn't a babysitter. You need a wife.” Bryant interrupted instantly as he stepped down from the staircase. “What do you mean?” Puzzled, he lifted a brow at him with his eyes darkened with suspicion.

“And who are you?” Killian’s voice was ice. “I’m her husband.” He leaned in, words razor-sharp. “Stand up and leave my wife the fuck alone.” David stood up immediately, apologizing profusely. He said he had no idea I was married. Killian crossed his arms, staring him down with that icy glare. “Yeah, you know now,” he said coldly, “so don’t ever approach my wife again.” David nodded, muttering another apology before quickly walking away.