Novel & Cerita My Dreamy Old Husband Novel Read

I was back to this depressing, gloomy world. "What are you still doing in bed you lazy woman! It's past 7 and I still haven't had dinner. You dare lay there wasting time while your husband is working so hard to feed you and this family" Eleanor sneered at me in anger. She was Damien's mother, my dream wasn't exactly a dream. In reality, I was really married to Damien, however our marriage was far from happy. It was more of a nightmare than a dream. "B.. but the chef-"

The next day the cyclone was still raging, which meant me and him stuck together in the villa. And after last night, I really don’t want to see Mason at all, or his smirk. I walked to the huge study and started browsing books. The only good thing about my husband was that he had huge collections of books. I smiled at books from my favourite author. I took one and curled up on the recliner. As I opened the book, the smell wafted through my noise. I always found the smell of old book…amazing.

Perhaps something had happened to her family that drove her to marry a middle-aged man for money. That man might be able to give her a lot of things, but not love. Sooner or later, he would get her back. Sally followed Pierre nervously back to the villa, the man with black silk over his eyes was leaning back in his wheelchair, listening to Ol' Joe reading him a novel. When she entered, Ol' Joe was reading the part in Anna Karenina where Anna decided to divorce Karenin. Sally frowned in displeasure. She had only just got married, and Ol' Joe was reading Anna Karenina-a book that left people repulsed by love, and no one would be happy with that.

What I understand, the sunlight has entered through the curtains and is so blinding. When I wake up, I can't find it Jack. Also my husband, until this morning, he has not come home. I bit my lip, imagining Jack's kiss last night. He was so warm and romantic unlike Kevin, my abusive husband. Not once or twice lashes from his belt landed on me every time he wanted to fuck me. "Is this just a dream?" I asked myself. “But the dream is so real. I can still feel the pulse of that passion. I descended the stairs with light steps as light as a feather.

“What was the dream about?” “Well, I was dreaming about cleaning the study at the mansion, but I was old – like really old. All gray haired and wrinkled. I had let my life pass me by and . . . you had just got divorced from Ava Bartholomew. “ “A dream about me being married to Ava sounds more like a nightmare,” he quipped.

Dylan said in his husky voice that starts giving goosebumps to her. Adira starts feeling butterflies in her stomach. She looks in Dylan's eyes and got so much feelings in that moment. "It is like a dream world for me. Like I am living my dream life. God had never rewarded me with this much happiness in my life ever. But giving me a husband that is loyal to me and giving so much love to me is like His cover up for all the pains i had gone through in the past. "My dear wife! You are looking lost somewhere. Is it me in which you are absorbing or your mind is wondering somewhere else." Dylan again spoke when Adira was feeling blessed to have him in her life as her life partner.

"You've been unfaithful to me everytime you chose your job instead of me. You are unfaithful when you refuse to fulfill your duties as a husband, neglecting me. You might think I am a stone, without feelings but you are wrong and if you don't want me, other people will!" Her response caused the dream he had to force itself into his mind again and he could not help imagining someone else pleasuring his wife and she moaning and screaming with pleasure and ecstasy. It hurt more than he cared to admit. But that was ridiculous because he was just imagining it and it was just a dream but why did it feel so real?

The old man looked grudgingly impressed with whatever our kid was saying. “I knew it, he’s gonna be one of those husbands that never shutup about their wives.” Jace said grudgingly after Pierce had called his wife for the thousandth time, unprovoked. “You can’t blame me, I mean look at her,” he wasn’t looking at Jace but me as he spoke, “isn’t she the most precious woman on the face of the earth?” I beamed at my husband. “I’ll let you have this one because it’s your wedding.” Damien answered, and Hannah rolled her eyes, then she had that expression on her face I had noticed these past weeks.

Did a man like that exist in real life? I tried to move and my sore clit rubbed against my thigh. It felt like I'd been fucked in real life. Tingles of pleasure raced through my veins, and I licked my dry lips. The best and worst part of this dream was, this was not the first or second time it was happening. My eyes trailed to the empty side of the queen-size bed. An ugly feeling trickled into my chest, briefly replacing the feeling of euphoria. It's been a week since I got married to the psychopathic, serial-killer, Mafia asshole. And this husband of mine had disappeared immediately after the wedding. Without a trace, or a word to me. After we recited vows that meant nothing to each other.

Nothing happened overnight. The next morning, I put on a sharp business suit and, for the first time in a long while, did a full face of makeup. My confidence returned, and I looked every bit the woman I used to be. Nicholas drove steadily toward Harper Group's headquarters downtown. I closed my eyes to rest, but my mind refused to settle. Ryan and I had been college classmates. He was handsome, ambitious, and incredibly attentive to me. Back then, I believed I had found true love. Against my father's wishes, I married him anyway.