My Evil Husband Novels & Stories

-He blackmails her in order to keep getting more of her money. The evil husband sat in a hammock and, full of tranquility, closed his eyes to rest after a night of partying and sex with women from the bar. Meanwhile, Jandé returned to the room to discuss with that mysterious man, she considers him to be the culprit of her failed marriage with the man she has always loved, although now he has already made it clear that he does not love her and that perhaps he never really loved her. To her surprise the room is empty, the man has already left and she has nothing left to do but lament her miserable situation.

Of course I was pantless , five months of fucking and dozens of panties ripped to shreds, there wasn't a point in wearing one. His palm landed hotly on my butt, my cheeks jostling with the force of it. I bit my arm, making sure not to scream out. "You're such a horrible mother" He growled, slapping the other cheek. "Letting your daughter's husband fuck your ass every single week. What would people say, hmm? Mrs. Eve Harold found pinned on her son in law's pipe. " I moaned, pussy squelching at his foul words. This!!! This is what my husband couldn't give me. The humiliation, degradation, it's what I crave.

He spat. “Salvatore is my husband and I’m his wife.” “Shut up bitch. I almost married you. You were mine but you fled and ran into his arms. How dare you betray me like that? You threw my love under your feet and trampled on them. But I’ll make you pay so badly you’ll wish death.” Pointing to his bad eye. His hand forcing my head to look upward I stare at the marks that drag roughly over his face, the evil scars and how damaged the socket appears to be. “Your husband did this to me.”

My husband told me he has a mental problem, he could lie to me and just shoot me in an instant. "Lily, I told you, I'm your friend. We've been friends, even before that car accident happened in Japan. I know who you are. I know a person who has played a very important role in your past. Please listen to me," I can see the sincerity in his eyes. I don't know what to say, I don't know whom to believe. "I know Xavier told a lot of lies, please don't believe him," he continued. "Enough Takashi, stop. I trust my husband," I don't want to hear any words from him especially if it's against my husband.

he wondered seeing how determined she looks, his bright eyes look towards her and he could feel her wavers “This is my husband” he heard her say and he was more shocked than the other two in the room, This time his eyes also return to normal and his human form was visible he look stunned at the human female who just called him ‘her husband’ before he could react more or say anything she pull at his hands and drag him away. **** After giving her sister the bomber news she drag the unknown man with her to another part of the house and let go of him the minute they were out of view, she look closely at the man for the first time and seems lost in his beautifulness for seconds

Forgetting who’s really in the room with you. Renata brought dinner out a few minutes later, some kind of roasted something with too many fancy little garnishes on it, and Evans took the seat directly across from me instead of at the head of the table like a normal rich mafia husband would, close enough that our knees kept brushing under the table no matter how much I tried to angle away. “You’re staring,” he said, halfway through the meal, not even looking up from his plate. “I’m Staring at a liar.” “Liar.” He glanced up then, amusement flickering across his face. “That’s a very clinical word for a man looking at his husband.”

"My dear wife, I'm wrong. I am worse than an animal. I am obsessed with sex. I'm sorry. I'm sorry—" He tried to explain himself. "Actually, I didn't do anything to her. I was just interrogating her." He had yet to take off his clothes or touch Debra; he could definitely lie through it! "Did you say you were interrogating her?" Yumi chuckled; she could not believe her ears. "Then what's with the food and wine? You've drugged her, haven't you?" Yumi knew her husband well. He was extremely lustful, and she could tell that he was lying at a glance.

Lionel nodded obediently. Mikael was just about to turn away from Claire’s room when he heard a woman’s cry that was familiar to him. “Oh, God. My daughter!” The woman walked past him—not even turning her head in her direction due to her focus on Claire. Her steps stopped when she couldn’t open the door of the room. Then a middle-aged man led her to walk to the window—standing right beside Mikael. “Oh, God! Why is this happening to us?” Josephine William was crying hard in her husband’s arms. Her voice sounded pitiful—crying loudly without caring about her surroundings, not even caring about Mikael’s existence.

Kelvin's friends approached with a young woman. Kelvin rushed to her side, concerned. "All done. I told you to wait for me. Why did you come out so quickly?" The woman looked pale and glared at me suspiciously. "Who's that?" Kelvin's friend William Henderson leaned in. "Oh, that's Hannah, the jinx." "Got her husband killed after just one year of marriage. Hey, where's your baby? Did you get it killed too?" I slapped William across the face. I didn't care about Kelvin being dead or alive, but cursing my baby? I'd slap him to death!

“You think she loves you? She almost destroyed herself because of you.” My knees buckled. “Don’t..don’t say that! Derrick... please don't! ” “She hated you,” Derrick sneered. “She told me she wished she’d never married you.” Devon froze mid-punch. “What did you say?” he whispered. My chest felt like it was caving in. “Devon… please…” “And the kid,” Derrick continued cruelly. “She couldn’t even look at her some days. I was the one who stopped her from doing something irreversible. She almost killed her with meth because of you!”