My Flirtatious Substitute Husband Novels & Stories

William is also grateful because now he can see another side of his wife that is more attractive and cheerful, no longer gloomy like when they first met. “So, this is the real Laura?” “This? I'm the same as I was before,” replied Laura. William shook his head and slapped his wife, who was enjoying the view from the balcony of the hotel where they were staying. He hugged her from behind and kissed her lovingly. “No, you used to be quieter, gloomy, but now you laugh more often, and I am grateful for all the problems that have happened, because I can have you,” said William. Laura turned and looked at William, wrapping her arms around her husband's neck. "And I am grateful that my choice was no

Grabbing the spoon from Silas' hand, I started feeding him. He closed his eyes and sang as he was eating the oatmeal, "Mhmmm…" I thought he was going to praise his cooking skills but my husband didn't leave a stone unturned to praise me. "This is so amazing after I got a taste of you." He said in his throaty voice. Wow! My husband's flirting skills are top-notch. He said, stroking my lips with his thumb, "Always keep smiling like this, wifey. Let others get jealous of you."

I'll have a hard time trusting him until he states or reasons for his past actions. After cleaning our faces, he successfully carried me back to bed and fed the whole avocado toast with his hands " I have hands you know " " yeah, I do. But I want to spoil you. You my wife and you should be spoiled "Did my heart flutter at his phrase? my husband is officially an international flirt! since when did he get good at his games? I cleared my throat and diverted the topic " Do you plan on getting dressed anytime soon? " " Do you want me to get dressed ?" he raised his eyebrow at me, I almost choked on my own spit. Why does this man turn the question around?

Whoever was watching us right now would think he was my husband, the way he was close to me, the way he looked at me like I was everything to him, the way his silent touches made me feel I wanted it all, I didn't care who saw, I didn't care what anyone would think, all I wanted to kiss him in this very moment. “Couldn't even wait till I consummate my marriage and you're already flirting with my wife” I hear behind Matteo, drawing me back to reality, “not fair now is it, Cousin?” Fucking Dexter!

' I pushed him away and said that I didn't feel so good. My husband became unhappy because I didn't satisfy his needs, so he pretended to take a call and said that he needed to go to fix a car. I saw him leaving and entering Fiona's house with cold eyes. As expected, I couldn't believe his words. I felt disgusted after my husband had touched me, but due to what happened between Jason and me that night, I became easily aroused. I quickly became aroused and wanted to be satisfied. I called Jason, but he refused my request.

"To my son Marcus and his new husband Damien. May this union bring prosperity to both our families." Prosperity. Not happiness. Not love. Just money. Everyone raised their glasses. Drank. Damien's hand found mine under the table. Squeezed once. I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Relax," he said quietly. Only I could hear him. "You're shaking." "I'm fine." "You're not. You look like you're about to pass out." I pulled my hand away. Tried to smile at the guests who were watching us. More toasts. More champagne. More people congratulated us on a marriage that was nothing but lies.

His face turned hard at my words, "We are newly married, Raven. Do you expect me to send my wife alone with a car while her husband is here?" Why does he refer to him as my husband every now and then? "I don't want anyone to get suspicious. They need to know how possessive and loving Ajax Aragorn is towards his wife." There he goes! The deal. "Fine. Let's go now. I don't have a lot of time now. Already this wedding is playing with my mind. I need to start my internship the day after tomorrow."

Wade mentioned wasn't as simple as he'd claimed! What were they trying to do? Make her humiliate herself on her wedding night, completely offending the Russell family? The heat waves grew increasingly fierce, threatening to devour her rationality. She forced herself through the wedding ceremony—a mockery without a groom present. The guests' glances were filled with sympathy, pity, and undisguised schadenfreude. "So this is the substitute bride? She's pretty, what a shame she'll be married to a vegetable." "I heard Rupert Russell is down to his last breath. The York family must be desperate for money to push their daughter into this hellhole."

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

Contract Husband: You are moving in with me tomorrow, wifey. Contract Husband: Get home safely and don’t forget to keep yourself warm not in those thin clothes. I wouldn’t mind warming you up myself. “What! Is he flirting with me again?!” I rolled my eyes in disbelief, but my traitorous heart skipped a beat. Turning down my phone screen, another buzz came in again. I groaned in frustration, prepared to give him a piece of my mind.