Matrilocal Husband Novels & Stories

He paused, then turned around and held my shoulders, gazing at me with deep affection. "But you're the only one I love, Mia. Even if I have to go against my whole family, I'll still give you the formal, public recognition you deserve as my wife." It was only after he proposed that he told me his family had a tradition of husbands and wives living apart together. Thus, we only registered the marriage and didn't have a wedding. Our families never even met. I thought loving someone meant respecting them. So for six years, I bore everything alone. But he shouldn't have lied to me.

Gael didn’t deny or say anything to that. I wasn’t expecting him to deny anything but it still hurt, especially because he knew this was my stepmother and half-sister who hated me and were always trying to sabotage me. He had always been defending me against them, I guess he won’t do that anymore. “Well, since your husband is back, I guess your marriage is no longer ‘long distance’” Lucia said, mockingly. “I don’t see how that has anything to do with you.”I snapped. “I would’ve loved to stay around and chat with you, but I have to go meet my future husband.”With that, Lucia and Paula sashayed away.

Lily had both hands draped affectionately over Karen's shoulders, and the caption read, "Bringing Lily to stay at my son's house for a few days." Johnny mentioned last week that Karen would be visiting, and it appeared she had company in mind. I'd tapped into the comments section and mainly saw emojis of flowers and kisses from Karen's friends. One comment in particular caught my eye. "Let's hope your son has an adorable baby this time!" Karen had replied, "I'll take your blessing." The moment I saw this exchange, everything clicked in my mind. Johnny and I had been married for a year without any kids, and Karen had fussed about it nonstop. She'd even spread rumors back in her hometown that

It ended up being a game changer for all of us. Quinn loved being in the city with her new grandbabies, but her husband finally gave her an ultimatum. She could either return home right away or they could go their separate ways. Within a month, he was by her side, in the city. Her husband's unexpected move to be with her touched her so much that she never strayed again.

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

His eyes drifted to my belly. "You need to take responsibility for this, Adam," I said, looking him in the eye. "You have to marry me." His lips parted. For a second, I got distracted with his red lips. Damn. I knew how good those lips were. "You're insane, Claire. How could you think of marriage when we don't even know each other?" I just arched my brow. "But you got me pregnant. You need to take responsibility for this." He let out another curse, then tilted his head upward. He looked at the night sky for a few minutes. I saw how his Adam's apple moved. "Fine. I'll father your child," he said, meeting my eyes. "But I won't marry you."

“Just think, a few months' investment of your efforts and then its family time. Now is Pack time.” A thought rumbled through my mind as I took on her idea. When the Battalion first started, I knew there was resentment about my mate being allowed to travel with me. Now I would be asking men, more than half of whom had found their mates in the past couple of months to leave their new-found partners. Jackson had fetched his entire family over from White Forest, Lyon, Kharkov, Stefan and several others had found their mates at the full moon. To tell them their honeymoon period was over, not the best way to start to build a happy foundation.

She said to Lucy, “You’re officially moving in now? After that, she saw Cillian getting out of the driver’s seat. There was a playful smile on her face as she asked, “Is this your husband?” Lucy was taken aback. She was reminded of Matthew, who was on the other side of the world. She shook her head. “No, he isn’t. That’s just my friend. My husband is working in the country and isn’t able to make time to be here at the moment.” The woman had a disapproving look in her eye. How could a husband not stay by his wife’s side?

"You can drive. Please get Billy back. I'll stay here in case the kidnappers call." Her tears broke my heart. I sighed, "I can go look for him, but even if I go, he probably won't come back with me." Billy and I were in an arranged marriage, and Emily knew we never got along. Lately, we had fought constantly over Alicia. Everyone saw it. He was with Alicia now. If I showed up, it'd only make things messier. "I'll go. You stay at home," she said, understanding my hesitation. She rushed out to catch a cab. Half an hour later, she called, crying harder.

Mates without the soulmate bond had greater chances of conceiving a pup when they switched from one mate to another after years of being with their first chosen mate. As such, married couples in the Middle East rarely divorced, Lunas and Alphas being the rarest of all. And when they did get a divorce, it was usually in their middle ages, and the matter concerned the birth of an heir. In such cases, females never remarried their first husbands, as no male was ever willing to raise the child of another as their own. Naira didn't have it in her to accept another man as her husband when her heart only beat for Zain.