Novel & Cerita My Flirtatious Substitute Husband

I beg not to because I don't have anyone to bully anymore. I sit in front of him, then put my hands on both sides, trapping him in my grasp. I'll slowly move my face towards him. "Why? You can't replace me. I'm your husband, as long you divorce me. I'll agree with you replacing me. If and only if I agree." I jokingly said. "Ha ha ha, not funny. Don't claim yourself as my husband." He sarcastically replies to me as he pushes me back, and I lose balance. I fall on the floor and have my butt hurt.

She didn't bother offering me one because I already made it clear to her with my looks that I would reject it if she does it. "I'll go take a seat over there." I said to Hayden when I couldn't bear getting more pissed and irritated by the sight of her. I turned and walked away, heading towards the table I had pointed out earlier. As I took my seat, I tried not to steal glances at Hayden and Natasha, but I just couldn't help it It was more like Natasha knew that Hayden wasn't my real husband, else why would she be flirting with him in this manner. Still sitting and doing nothing, a young handsome man with grey big eyeballs, light brown hair and a sweet smile walked up to me.

He began, his words slicing through me like a blade. "Because you are just too heavy. It is also why you slipped down the staircase and had a miscarriage, because you are not fit to be a mother." He snarled as my lips quivered. I was trying to hold back my tears. How could my husband say all of these to me? "Also there are a few rules you must follow if you miraculously find a man that would want you." He paused, his expression tightening. "1. You can flirt, date, kiss and even sleep with others but don't you dare to bring them home." He warned with a dark glint in his eyes, sending shivers down my spine.

With each phrase he spoke, my chest clenched a little more. "When you saw me on Television, did the only thing you really see in me was Liliana, your wife and not Zaniyah Moore who was your childhood friend?" If I had believed that nothing could be more painful than what he had spoken before, I would not have imagined that his refusal to give me my expected answer would have driven a knife further into my chest. "It's always been Liliana, Zaniyah. I only take you here because I want you to be her substitute. I want you to be my substitute wife."

"I'm offering you a secretarial position as well as ten million dollars in exchange for being my wife." What in the world is going on here? "Are you crazy?" I stated. "No, but I'm sure you're the wonderful woman I'm looking for to fill in for my wife. To fill her empty space, and save my reputation." He smirked, "Ten million dollars just pretending to be my wife, after that we can file a divorced when I found out where my wife hiding." He's asking me to replaced his wife's position. I am tempted, but he's insane...

“You didn't even fight her when she kissed you, you allowed her to humiliate me.” “What are you talking about?" I huffed raising my brow. “The girl at your house, she's nothing but a substitute…” "Don't you dare call her that. She is my wife.” I snarled, grabbing the edge of the table so I wouldn't lunge at her. Titling her head backwards, she let out a low laugh, hitting her palms together. “Come on Finn, I'm not the media you can tell lies to. I’m your ex fiancee, Lex Carlton.”

Kyle's face fell slightly, then he looked up at her with a pitiful face, and his voice was equally coquettish, "Lys, I'm jealous." Immediately, both her body and facial expression stiffened. She pursed her lips for a while but couldn't get anything done, and of course she couldn't bear to blame her handsome husband any more. It's true that when in love or marriage, just choose handsome men, because in the moments of arguing, she won't be able to get angry when facing that handsome face anymore. Especially handsome men who know how to act coquettishly with their wives. "I... I didn't do anything." Lysia hugged his face and said innocently.

My voice was flat, no warmth, no interest. He stared at me for a second, like he couldn’t figure out where his sweet, eager wife had gone. But I was too tired to play the part. I set my fork down gently and pushed my chair back. “Excuse me, my dear husband,” I said, my smile sharp enough to cut. “I’m done. I need some rest. I’m feeling very tired tonight.” Leonard’s hand froze halfway to his glass. His smile slipped completely, confusion flickering in his eyes.

“But I am excellent at making charming guesses.” There it was. Flirting. Soft, elegant, almost playful. My spine stiffened a little. “I should probably mention,” I said carefully, “I’m married.” “Then your husband is a lucky man,” he said without missing a beat. I stared at him. That was… unexpectedly graceful. “Thank you,” I said, a little awkwardly. “No need to look so alarmed,” he said gently. “I flirt recreationally, not destructively.” That startled a laugh out of me.