Novel & Cerita My Four Husbands Manhwa

" I smiled bitterly as soon as he finished speaking. This was my husband, a man who'd not only distanced himself from me for seven years but pushed all responsibility onto me. Nobody in the ward argued against him. We simply had nothing to say to him. Everything would become clear to him once he was sent to prison. However, he misunderstood our silence for fear and began spouting increasingly shameless things. Eventually, Dad reached the limit of his tolerance and kicked him out. Before James could hit the floor, someone carefully supported his weight. I looked up and saw a pregnant woman looking angrily at me and my parents. Although she was dressed plainly, her beauty was evident.

“Put your clothes back on.” Trembling, I watch as he walks away, heading for the stairs. “Wait,” I call out, my voice shaky. Ryan turns, impatient. “What?” “It’s cool,” I say, my voice hollow. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Ryan nods. “Good.” And just like that, he walks away, leaving me in a million pieces. ~~~

Riley's POV I swallowed hard as their words. Was this some kind of nightmare? Where in the world does a woman marry three—or no, four—men as husbands? It sounded ridiculous, unbelievable. Yet, here they were, standing before me with that unnerving calm, as if what they said was the most natural thing in the world. Was I really hearing this right? How could they possibly have drawn up a contract that bound me to three more men? What kind of twisted game was this?

"You should, you need a man in your life." "Martha, I don't need men who I don't know very well. My husband decided to punish me by sending my porn to you guys but it didn't get to mom and dad and the rest of our extended family he had the contact. My lover didn't tell me of my son's boxing and he also killed him. What new surprises will I get from these men." "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."

"Is my father selling his daughter or marrying his daughter? What's more, he sold me to a good-for-nothing like Samuel!" After Samuel was surprised, he hurriedly shook his head and said firmly, "Old Sir Wang, you're joking too much. As Miss said, I'm just an invalid. How can I marry a rich woman like Miss? What's more, I already have a wife." "It's normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines. I don't expect Simin to be Young Master Hannigan's wife. As long as you are willing, it doesn't matter if she is a concubine!!" Wang Dong hurriedly said.

"Do you really like being shared with other men?" "I do, sir. It converges with some of my deepest and most erotic fantasies. I began this journey because Master noticed me reading reverse harem novels. Are you familiar with them?" "Yes, he discussed it when he first talked to me about what you were doing." "They strike a deep chord with me. To be put in submission and submit to men who desire to master me and put me in chains. Perhaps I'm partly exhibitionist, because I'm as aroused as I can be when I'm placed on the auction block and inspected by potential buyers like a piece of meat, not knowing who will purchase me and what they'll do to me once they own me. Master was willing to fulfill

I blinked the tears that were fighting to come down. Dominic. My parents are asking me to marry Dominic. The same man who has already buried three wives. Am I supposed to be the fourth? The next one lowered into the ground with flowers on her coffin? I wanted to scream at them, to ask if this was truly the only way. Do they even understand the weight of what they’re asking me to do? Are they prepared to bury their daughter just to settle a debt? “Okay” that was all I could mutter. That was all I could word out. “Please give me a moment,” I said to both of them.

And that was enough. ~ "Look at you," Gabriel whispered while looking at the mirror. Standing here like a fool, tie half-loosened, shirt wrinkled, eyes sunken. You don’t even look like the man they used to love. What the hell happened to you? No—don’t ask that. You know what happened. You happened. You burned the whole damn thing down. You thought you could balance it. Compartmentalize. Be two men at once. Husband here, lover there. Warm smile in one house, tender words in another. Lies, all of it. But you told them so well, didn’t you?

I shake the thought. I received a text from Ji-Ha. "Hey how about we go to a bar? ( ╹▽╹ )" "Hmmm, will your husband be ok?" "He will not be mad unless he doesn't know right. I'm kidding hahaha I already told him I will help you to find a boyfriend." "You are such a bad girl. Also, I don't need a boyfriend. I am fine on my own. And I have high standards of who I should date hehehe" I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite.

Thomas sat close enough that our knees touched, and Jeremy stretched his arm across the back of the couch behind me. Warmth moved through my chest. Then four voices filled my head. Mate. I groaned. “No. Absolutely not.” Four confused men stared at me. “If I’m dating four men, I am not also dating the four voices living inside their heads. Eight boyfriends is where I draw the line.” Jeremy fell sideways laughing. And for the first time since arriving at the Hawthorn house, surrounded by four impossible men I was apparently destined to love, I thought maybe impossible didn’t have to mean terrible.