Ms Niko Husband Novels & Stories

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."

The day I married Santino Connor, he announced he was leaving the Family, and as a result, all his accounts were frozen. Believing his promise to "go straight and start over," I spent five years chained to a sewing machine in a cold, damp basement, my fingers scarred from countless needle pricks. Our son, Luca, dressed in oversized T-shirts from a thrift store, was digging through dumpsters with me for scrap cardboard by the time he was three. But then I discovered that my supposedly broke husband, the man I thought was earning an honest living, had taken his place as the Don of the Connor family.

Just as he reached for the door in front of me, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “It’s just the dog at the villa. You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Come eat with us.” He let her pull him away, but by then I had already seen his face clearly. It wasn’t Eugene. It was Leo Brooks, my husband’s executive assistant. So my husband hadn’t been keeping a mistress behind my back after all. Leo was Mrs. Wilson’s son. He had grown up with Eugene, and the two of them were as close as brothers. No wonder Mrs. Wilson had reacted the way she did earlier.

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."

It felt as if someone had torn into it. Once Silas was far away, Nathan asked, “Mom, why didn’t you greet Dad? Who was the lady beside him?” I held back my tears and said, “That’s not Dad.” But I knew that the man was indeed my husband. He did not even bat an eyelid when he spent 40 million dollars on that influencer. Meanwhile, his own son had been diagnosed with a congenital heart condition, and his surgery cost 50 thousand dollars. I had worked so hard for so long, and I still did not manage to get that 50 thousand dollars.

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.

I let the words linger before adding, casually, “Make me happy, or I’ll make sure your wife and father-in-law are very unhappy. Speaking of which… how’s your girlfriend? And those two bastard children?” I laughed before hanging up. That was all the motivation he needed to get my job done. Nico had married into power, the daughter of a Familia lawyer. His wife was the perfect little housewife, and clueless that he had a mistress and two kids tucked away in a different borough. If she found out? If her father found out? Nico would be a dead man. And so would his entire family.