Love And War 2 Ugly Husband Novels & Stories

"They shouldn't just be cold statistics. It matters that someone remembers they once lived." Sam stared at the careful lines of text. And suddenly, he understood something. He had never truly loved the girl who once pined for him so madly. What he loved was this—this soul, who still held on to tenderness in the middle of a war zone. "Let me stay with you," he said, clutching my hand, his voice breaking. "In whatever way you'll have me." I gazed at him for a long moment. Then, finally, I gave a small nod. "As you wish."

Damon suddenly cut off Henry in mid sentence which made Henry shock. "Yes." Damon answered making Henry taken a back suddenly. "What?" Henry asked. "Yes, Uncle Henry... I am happy with my wife right now!" Damon answered and Henry blinked his eyes not believing how he can be happy with his forced marriage. "You are happy with Riya?" Henry asked once again tying to hope he heard wrong but no. He isn't wrong. "Yes. I am. No matter what... Riya is my Wife now! I should be happy with her and I am. She is perfect wife for me. Now and... forever!" Damon answered closing his eyes and gulped his saliva down his throat.

I grabbed the folder easily this time, turned it over, and froze when I read the title- ‘Marriage Contract.’ My breath caught in my throat. I felt relieved seeing those words, but it felt like I’d been punched and soothed at the same time. I sat back onto the chair, one knee folded beneath me as I opened the folder and began flipping through the pages. Ronald and Kyla's full names were displayed on the first page. I began reading through the different clauses and conditions. “...Spouses must uphold the public image of union until a minimum period of 3 years…” I stared as I continued reading. So it was all just an act?

I forgot that choosing each other is a very bad decision to make for the both of us. After that hot, passionate, and unstoppable night with the man I truly love, I woke up only to find out that he will leave. He is bound to forget me, he is destined to met and turn his back from me, from the road where his future was not secure. Arthur has a flight for that morning. I saw his passport and his beautiful expensive name was written there. I am happy for him. I ham happy that he has future. I am happy yet the pain will forever stay inside of me.

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

“Mr. Andrews, draft the divorce papers for me. Yes, I want a clean break with Lisa. She’s been unfaithful and a liar. I want her out of my life with nothing in her name.” When he hung up, he finally seemed satisfied, as though getting rid of me was all he needed to feel free. On his desk was a photo of him and Emma, smiling together. He had never looked at me with that kind of tenderness, and now, I was nothing more than discarded trash to him. I burned with rage. I wanted to rip their perfect little world apart, to destroy them both, but I couldn’t. I was nothing but a wandering spirit, powerless to do anything.

He caught me before I fell, his grip tightening like steel. “They are forcing my hand,” he continued. “They want an exchange.” “For what?” I asked, dread clawing up my throat. He looked at me then. Really looked at me. “For you,” he said. The door exploded inward. Wood splintered. Men poured in. Valerio fired. The world shattered into noise and chaos and screams. And as everything burned around us, one terrible truth became clear in my mind. This was never just about love. This was war.

He smiled as he cleaned his face and turned to his men, and smirked. "You're such a coward for killing a weaponless man, taking your convoy of soldiers to kill just one man, were you that scared of my husband?" She began again with every anger within her. Her face was flushed from adequate sobbing, it was the first time I saw my mum being so courageous—we were in no position to confront Rodrigo, we were at his mercy. "My husband was a strong man, you'd never measure up.” Rodrigo got angry as she kept on talking and slapped her hard across the face. She fell to the ground. Her face was pale, and the was blood on her lips.

"And I'll find a way." I blinked and stood up straighter, shaking my head. "That isn't possible, you have to give up on me, I'm off the market now." I walked away, but not before noticing the hurt expression flitting across Xavier's features. I didn't know what to do or say, deciding to be more miserable,I walked back outside. "What took you so long?" My husband asked immediately . He sounded irritated and annoyed.

1998–2006. Celine frowned. Beloved son? Her eyes widened. She looked at Adrian. Then at the grave. Then back at Adrian. Understanding crashed into her. Victor Kane had another son. A son nobody knew existed. A son who supposedly died twenty years ago. The same year Adrian appeared in public for the first time. The realization hit like a bomb. No wonder the note had said— She finally found your son. The rain intensified. Thunder exploded overhead. And in that exact moment—