Ms Niko Husband Novels & Stories

Just needing to voice out my thoughts “Isa’s husband. . . is he good?” He is quiet for a moment. “He is loyal to the family, a strong man, capable businessman” “Not that” I turned to face him “Is he . . . you know?” I shrugged, not knowing how to explain but needing him to understand either way. “Am I supposed to know what that means?” I sighed “Is he a good man?” “He is a made man.” Niko pauses for a moment, a breath, another one “But I have never heard of him hurting any woman if that’s what you are asking”

He looks like a man standing in the ruins of something he built with his own hands. Then, in a voice rough from silence, he says, “Nadia hates my guts now.” That gets my attention. He doesn’t look up when he says it, and I can tell this isn’t a complaint. It’s a confession. I take another measured sip and ask, “Did something happen?” “Yeah.” He exhales, slow and uneven. “I asked to meet her partner. She lost it.” I bite back a bitter laugh. Of course she did. “Sharon mentioned it,” I say. “I can't believe you ran to my sister with your marriage drama.”

"Very well, Evelyn. Once we get Alexander's signature, we just have to wait for the court's mandatory waiting period to pass before the decree is final." I hung up, staring at the soapy sponge in my hand. It was ridiculous to end my two-decade-long marriage during my counter cleaning. Meanwhile, on the massive 85-inch flat-screen in the living room, a prime-time business channel was airing an interview with the "Entrepreneur of the Year."

I nodded slowly, and then shifted back, "yes, I am." For the first time on that emotionless face, I saw a slight reaction. "I'm into threesomes as long as our add on is a guy, who would ever say no to two cocks?" If he had a drink on his lips, it would have been his turn to choke. "Cut the crap Wilson." I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest, "before you give me the bullshit, oh, this marriage isn't real, oh you'll only be my wife on paper, yada yada crap," I said, mocking his tone, "I'll beat you to it."

His grin is casual, his posture relaxed, like he owns the room—or at least a good chunk of it. “Sorry,” I say. “Do I know you?” “Not yet,” he says, extending a hand. “Sebastian Knight. Investor, occasional meddler, and, incidentally, the husband of the woman you were just waving at.” My eyebrows shoot up. “Oh.” He chuckles. “Yeah. Don’t take it personally. She’s… well, complicated.” “Good to know,” I say, shaking his hand. “And what brings you here, Sebastian?”

his father added and Nik shot up his head angrily. I guess the drama in this house is forever unending at this point. “We will not talk about this in my wife's presence” Nik responded through clenched teeth. “Why not? I'm assuming she is aware that one of the reasons this marriage exists is because you wanted to get your hands on those businesses, isn't it?” He fired back. “The real question should be why are you trying so hard to hold on to what isn't yours? Deep down you know that the moment I do, your leash is forever broken isn't it?” His voice was low.

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

well you'll die like the lots of them will soon. Niko was Russian by birth and nationality, but he grew up with the Italians and had turned down severally offers to turn to the side of the Russian mafia. Niko finally gave in to the darkness that had been slowly enveloping his sight. He knew it would be his last sight. He thought of Serena. The only woman he had ever loved but who could never love him back because not only did she see him as a brother but also, she wasn't into men. He prayed his last prayer, not for him, but for her;

My wife is completely different from my girlfriend. Right now I'm standing in a position ready to shoot again. Several times I was able to hit the target. I glanced at my niqabi wife, she looked at me focused. She must be admiring me. This sport isn't easy, so only the talented like me can hit the target. "Hiiish!! When can I hit the core spot?!" I grumbled. Luna just listened to me. Maybe she doesn't understand what I'm saying.