My Darling Husband Novels & Stories

But I admit, there was still a space in my heart that wanted to believe that man. I spent the whole day sitting in my room. I was able to take a nap and it was already dark when I opened my eyes. I reached for my phone to look for the time, it is seven in the evening. I get up to approach the door. I need to check the foods we have for dinner. Xavier might be home in a few minutes. I opened the door and I came face to face with the most handsome man in my sight, of course, my husband. He looks very tired but still looks gorgeous and hot.

"Don't go to the bank!" "You'll die! Escape now!" "He's not your husband!" I stare at the text message I suddenly received. A chill runs down my spine. I tremble so badly that my earphones even fall out. Fear surges within me in no time. The person who texted me is undoubtedly Nathan, my husband! But he is at home right now! If the text sender weren't my husband, who could it be then? "Who are you? Why are you saying this?" I type back.

"I know that your husband went too far in doing that, but he was hurt, maybe you need to be faithful to him from now on, you guys would have nothing to worry about." "Martha, I'm not going to get involved with him again," I said. "He's more handsome than Raymond. If I wasn't married, I would have had him as my own." She said. "He isn't more handsome than Raymond," I said. "He is. Don't you love his dark hair and broad shoulders? Don't you like his bedroom eyes? His fleck stands out with his dark lashes and skin." She said. "The only thing I love is the artificial finger he wears," I said.

"She does, doesn't she, Darling?" Rebecca was taken aback. Her smile was a welcome surprise. She agreed with her husband without hesitation. "I've always been there for you, Damian. I'm your most loyal and faithful wife." Damian gave a little grin. "So, tell me, does the head chef at this mansion keep you well-fed?"

His son looks at him for a moment and then returns his gaze to me. I feel my husband’s presence on the back of my neck. His breathing is slow, and his warmth reaches my vertebrae, causing me to melt inside. I don’t know how he can be so familiar and strange to me at the same time. “You’re the most beautiful, mischievous baby I’ve ever seen. I’m sure you’ll have lots of girlfriends when you grow up.” “Just one,” Dario growls. “We Magghio only truly love once in a lifetime.”

Until the night my husband came to me and felt eerily like the old Damian Blackwood. The grumpy, unfeeling Damian. His face was turned up in a scowl that only lessened when he saw me, and I thought I could wipe it off completely. So I attended to my marital duties with all the passion I could that night despite how uninvested he seemed in all of it, and as we lay to sleep, I lay my head on one half of his head and traced a finger upon the space that was left in a bid to have my sweet husband back with me.

“Darling!” She gasped when she heard the voice of her husband outside. Putting a fake smile on her lips, she opened the door and kissed her husband. She wanted to puke at his sight. He looked so ghastly like a dying old creepy man. she can’t believe she’s having sex with him every night. “Yes, darling?” she asked sweetly and buttoned his suit for him. “I did what you asked me to. Daemon’s properties will be investigated.” She smiled secretly. With this new development, Daemon will be more than busy searching for her daughter. In that way, I could steal him back.

“You have twenty-four hours to hand over the empire and divorce the Reaper. Or I’ll take everything you love. Starting with your new husband. I’ll make you watch while I cut him apart piece by piece. Just like Father taught me.” The video ended. Damien’s hand tightened on mine. “She’s bluffing.” “She’s not,” I said quietly. “She’s the real one. The one Father trained.” I looked at my husband, the man I’d married in blood and fire, and felt something settle inside me. “Then we end this,” I said. “Once and for all.” Damien smiled, dark and dangerous. “Together.” I kissed him hard, sealing the promise. The final storm was coming.

I slowly pulled the strings and uncovered his identity, unveiling my husband's godly features. “And then we shall, Marcus Lee.” And on that very night, I kissed my husband passionately. I've never been this thirsty for so long...

She smiled warmly. “My husband once told me something I will never forget, a successful marriage isn’t about finding the perfect person. It’s about choosing the same imperfect person again and again, forever.” She gently squeezed Elena’s hand. “I have a feeling, you and Damien still have many chapters left to write.” Mrs. Ferraro glanced toward the room they had just left. Damien stood just inside the open doors. He was speaking to her husband but every few minutes his eyes drifted toward the terrace patiently. Mrs. Ferraro smiled to herself.