My Four Husbands Manhwa Novels & Stories

"Chat, look! This is the pervert's wife! She finally shows herself!" Jenny lunged at me like a mad dog, pointing at my face and shouting, "You shameless wench! Get your pervert husband out here! He touched my daughter! We won't let you off until you pay us a million dollars for emotional trauma!" Yvonne, sobbing, added, "Girl, you're a woman too; how can you protect your husband after what he did to me? Look at the marks on my neck! They're left by his fingers when he choked me!"

My legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor, trembling violently. "Officer! Please help me! I was forced into this!" I crawled toward the officer on my hands and knees, pointing at the bloodstained loan shark contract on the floor, sobbing like my heart was breaking. "My husband Jake isn't human! He's been scamming people online to pay off his debts, and he forced me to wear these degrading clothes! He took out a high-interest loan using my parents' house deed back home. He said if I didn't obey him, he'd send people to break my mother's legs! That milk that got spilled—he bought illegal date-rape drugs and put them in it! He was trying to drug me and sell me to other men! Please, you hav

I took the opportunity to remove his shirt, giving me a breathtaking view of his defined chest. “Why do you think I took them there?” he asked. I smiled as our bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle. “So, all of this was your plan to have me all to yourself?” I asked, biting his lip. He nodded, seemingly delirious as I teased him. “Yes, everything to have you all to myself,” he confirmed. I smiled, satisfied to see how much he still desired me, even after four years of marriage. After some time, our bodies were already sweaty as I reached my peak once again.

Before I could respond, a familiar presence moved beside me. Four. He didn't shout. Didn't posture. He simply stepped forward, placing himself between Jason and me with calm, deliberate certainty. “That's enough.” Four said. Jason looked him up and down, scoffing. “I think I remembered your face from the last time. Remind me again, who are you?” Four didn't hesitate. “I'm her husband.” He said evenly. “And the father of the child she's carrying.” The room went dead silent. My breath left my lungs in a sharp, soundless gasp. I stared at Four, my mind scrambling, my heart slamming hard against my chest.

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

Soft cries filling the air. “Alright. Baby number three,” says the doctor as he moves to grab my third and final child. Anticipation rising as cries fill the air. “It’s another boy” Mentally sighing, I knew my curse was finally over. No more psycho’s all trying to claim the next woman within my family. Tears now falling as Lucus and Tony both move to check on the children. My life officially perfect. With four wonderful husbands and 10 boys. Ares my giant loveable cat, 8 dogs and 3 clothing boutiques I was one happy woman. The rest just perks of being a Mafia wife.

“She needed men who’d tear her apart.” The quiet one feeds his cock back into my mouth as the leader pulls out. The leader grabs my jaw and turns my face toward Marcus while the quiet one’s cock falls from my lips, spit trailing down his cock. “Look at him,” the leader growls, and I look. “Look at the man who did this to you.” Marcus is red-faced and shaking, and his pants have a bulge. My eyes widen in disbelief. He’s hard. My husband is watching his wife get fucked by four men for a debt he couldn’t pay, and he’s hard.

How could she not hesitate after everything? So I told her no. Not yet. I want to let her reign a little longer while I figure out what it means to carry peace instead of war. I want her to stand tall in the spotlight while I adjust to sharing my life and my heart with four extraordinary, maddening, beautiful men. Marriage is strange when it comes in fours. I suppose it’s not truly marriage in the traditional sense. There were no legal documents signed, no treaties formed. Just ancient magic, whispered words, and a binding spell so powerful that it lit up the entire kingdom.

But she had made her bed now, it was too late to change her mind. After all, astral males were known to mate for life. No matter how vicious Dirk might be, he would never allow my sister an easy way out. In truth, due to the difficulties the astrals had when it came to reproducing, astral females were allowed up to three husbands. It's just that Dirk's jealousy and need for control were such that his wife would never be given the chance to find another. As I returned to the part of the ship where the passengers were being kept prisoner, the other humans stared at me contemptuously.

The first time I had called him Hale was seven years ago, and in the times we have spent together, the times I had called him that could be counted with one finger. “Isn’t that your name?” I shrugged, feigning ignorance. “You said it yourself that it is only a name. Besides, I think I like the name Hale.” My husband looked at me with narrowed eyes, shaking his head. “Don’t be like this, Red; can we just forget about all this? I want to have a proper rest after today.” “Oh husband,” my lips widened like a Cheshire Cat. “I am only just starting.”