Matrilocal Husband Novels & Stories

“House rules. I don’t care what you do, whether you leave the house in the morning, go ahead. But I want you to come home every night. I want you to be here when I come home.” Lirah raised an eyebrow and faced Matias. “So, I can go to the hacienda?” “Yes. Just come home. I don’t want our families to say anything. We need to act like a married couple.” “Why? You seem to dislike this marriage too. So why did you agree to it?” Matias avoided eye contact. “It’s none of your business.” “How rude.” Lirah rolled her eyes and turned away from him. Matias shook his head. “Our bedrooms are upstairs. The master’s bedroom is mine. Yours is the one across from it.”

Madison thought. Madison said in a bad mood, "The other families' matrilocal son-in-laws have to do all the housework. Even worse, some sometimes should be something of a punching bag for their wives. What about you? You are just doing some cooking when I am pregnant. So don't mention that you are a matrilocal son-in-law in the future. It's embarrassing!" Jason couldn't help laughing when he heard that. "Which family's matrilocal son-in-law is not so popular? I thought your family had gone too far." Jason asked with a smile.

It was a perfect wedding, one that girls dream. They spent nearly a month traveling the world for their honeymoon, and when they returned, Mom insisted I move into her husband's mansion. I wanted to say no, to stay in our old apartment but I knew she'd refuse, and I couldn't ignore the fact that I'd save a fortune on rent.

Matthew’s voice rose, and he nearly lost his footing. Mr. Clark quickly explained, “She handed in her resignation the morning before yesterday. “She said her husband was sent to Austraya. She wanted to take her son there to be with him and continue her studies. “She was very firm about it, so I submitted it for approval. You didn’t know, Mr. Grant?” Matthew clenched the phone tighter and almost let out a laugh of disbelief. Since when did I have a husband in Austraya? He was about to lash out when a child’s voice suddenly came through the line.

Despite that, the money kept flowing in, so she didn’t think too much about her previous heartbreak. "Your husband hasn’t come home yet, Ma'am?" Feby, who was lying on the examination bed, gave a crooked smile. "He came here last week, Doc. But now he’s back to work." The doctor nodded after taking a good scan of the fetus. "I understand. You really need strong heart and mind when pregnant, right? Maybe even when you give birth, your husband won’t be able to accompany you. I know someone with a husband who works for the country too, and her situation is the same." Cough! Cough!! It was her mother who coughed after hearing the doctor's words. Meanwhile, Feby shot a sharp glare at her as a pro

she said before she turned her back to me, sleeping. I stared at her, waiting for her to change her mind, but she didn’t. I clenched my jaw, before pushing myself up from the bed. “Fine.” Walking to the couch, I sat down, running a hand down my face. This was ridiculous. I was her husband, but she was shutting me out. I threw the pillow down and sank into it. It wasn’t the first time I slept away from her, but this time, it felt different. This time we were both present in the room but far apart.

Arthur’s deep voice finally cut through the air, instantly silencing the old lawyer's protests. He leaned forward, his massive chest pressing against the edge of the table, his gray eyes pinning Harrison to his seat with the weight of a physical interrogation. “She is locking it in a vault where my fraud of a son can never touch it. Under the terms of this amendment, the King shipping lanes remain structurally independent, but their political power in the boardroom belongs to the Matriarch's seat. My wife is not giving up her power. She is consolidating it with mine.”

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

' Her cheeks burned recounting it, the phantom sensation of his lips sucking her clit making her shift in the seat, a fresh dampness between her thighs. Mira's mouth fell open, but she stayed silent, urging her on. 'But earlier this morning, after his argument with my mother about the wedding, he kissed her, hard, right in front of me. Grabbed her tit, squeezed it like he owned her, and they went back to the room. I could hear everything: her begging, him growling, the bed slamming as he fucked her senseless. And to top it all off, my mother sold our house without telling me. Auctioned it off like it was nothing. Now I'm stuck in that house forever with them. Selene... I don't even know what

This was a routine; once or twice a week, he makes me sleep in his room when he invites any of his lovers, and the lack of sleep takes its toll on my body for a few days. In the first year, I'd cry endlessly till it was over, my husband had all sorts of lovers, lying on the hard floor, he made me listen to their screams over and over again until it didn't bother me anymore but I still couldn't sleep, he had a way with his lovers that made them scream annoyingly.