Marry My Husband Web Novel Novels & Stories

“Future, you are the only woman who has and continues to endure my shit. I know I'm not the perfect gentleman as I keep making you cry, but you put a smile on your face like everything is alright. You hold it in even if it kills you slowly. I put you through hell in high school, but you forgave me. I love you more than life itself and without you; I have nothing to live for. You are giving me a baby, and I can't even tell you how happy I am. Future Elizabeth Reed, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” I always imagined how my future husband would be when I was young. How he would propose, and we would have a big wedding. He will treat me like a princess, and we would live happily ev

Myla leaned back in her seat, letting her gaze drift to her husband. He was still gorgeous... nothing about the accident had changed that. If anything, the accident had only made him sharper; he had that cold edge now that amplified the quiet power that men envied. She had even masturbated to the thought of him in that chair, dominating her, commanding her to ride him exactly how he wanted. The man she had married would have done that, but that Hayden didn’t exist anymore. What was left was a cold, closed-off stranger who wouldn’t even look her in the eyes or spend any time with her.

In the stands, fans stood up, clapping and shouting their support as the words carried across the airwaves. I turned my head slightly, looking up at Sebastian. He stared down at me with an intensity that made my chest tighten, his hazel eyes golden and fierce. "And to the man who stood by me when the whole world tried to tear us apart," I said into the microphone, my eyes locked on his, "my rival, my husband, and the father of my sons... I can't wait to marry you all over again at our official wedding next month."

I stole a glance at him, and the smirk he gave me promised trouble. And I couldn’t help but think… Maybe my husband's open marriage suggestion wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

“She knew the exact day Julian would launch his coup. She knew the precise legal vulnerabilities of the King family trust. She didn't just marry me for protection, she married me because she knew I was the only man with a big enough hammer to help her crush them.” Arthur turned back into the room, his eyes dark with an unrestrained, possessive intensity that took Evelyn's breath away. “Our contract states this is a marriage in name only until the data is verified. Well... It’s verified. Every word she told me is true. She just handed me the keys to purge the parasites from my empire, and she’s locked her family’s entire future to my right hand.” He moved toward his desk, reaching for a pen,

he spoke finally and Sergey nodded, seeing the way he had reframed his suggestions into something that was less chaotic. "Yes, Vincent. That is what I am talking about exactly. Marriage is a wonderful idea at the end of the day but I am also opening your eyes to the other side. If you think about it, Dominic's ambition hasn't slowed even slightly since reconciling with you. If anything, this alliance seems to have emboldened him further. I am sure he sees your daughter's marriage to his son as merely another asset absorbed into his growing empire, rather than genuine partnership between equals. Whatever plans we have to overcome him will go further than just marriage."

His gaze sharpened, locking onto mine. “Because it would terrify me and hurt me,” I continued. “I would hate you, resent you. We don’t want that.” My fingers curled into his shirt. “Besides, you have nothing to worry about or be jealous of. Because you are my husband, Maximus Ferrero.” Something inside him snapped when I reminded he was my husband. His mouth claimed mine, his lips moving with a hunger that stole my breath. His tongue moved with mine in a slow, tantalizing rhythm, his taste lingering like a sweet temptation that clouded my thoughts.

I suddenly felt like bawling, screaming, and shoving my fingers down his eyeholes to pluck his eyeballs out. Fuck. Happy married life... Mrs. Trevelyan. My stomach plummeted. Mr. Asshole is my husband... and I'm his... wife.

He wouldn’t like it, but there was nothing he could do about it. “We don’t have a traditional marriage… I’ll just leave it at that.” She took a long sip like she was purposely trying to drink in an effort to dissociate herself from reality. “You should go. He’ll be here any minute, and I’ll have a difficult time explaining why your hand is on my thigh.” “Who is he?” “A business associate. Sometimes my husband has me do these deals for him. Says I can be persuasive…”