My Handsome Husband Novels & Stories

Damon suddenly cut off Henry in mid sentence which made Henry shock. "Yes." Damon answered making Henry taken a back suddenly. "What?" Henry asked. "Yes, Uncle Henry... I am happy with my wife right now!" Damon answered and Henry blinked his eyes not believing how he can be happy with his forced marriage. "You are happy with Riya?" Henry asked once again tying to hope he heard wrong but no. He isn't wrong. "Yes. I am. No matter what... Riya is my Wife now! I should be happy with her and I am. She is perfect wife for me. Now and... forever!" Damon answered closing his eyes and gulped his saliva down his throat.

Somewhere in New York, 1 PM. “I’m glad you still remember me,” David sneered, “I thought after returning to the United States, you’d forget your lover in Canada because you decided to go back to your ex-husband.” The shock in Claire’s eyes was still very evident. However, Claire knew her surprise wouldn’t change anything—it wouldn’t end or fix anything. So she shook her head—giving a single sentence to refute David’s words, “He’s my husband, not my ex-husband.” She replied confidently, hoping for a miracle to be on her side amid the crushing situation.

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”

years ago. “Ju-di-th,” he called out again, this time, dragging the pronunciation, but not in a stuttering way. This made me weak and uneasy on my knees. I was frantic with fear, and becoming absurdly compelled, I took my time to look at him fully well. With his eyes that seemed to glow green and gold under long black lashes and black brows, high cheekbones, and then with his enchanting smile, I couldn't help but conclude that my husband was ridiculously handsome, and I felt sudden hatred for the lady who was stealing him away from me to make him deny me his body. Apparently.

**** "Spuurrrr…!" Phoebe spat out the whiskey. "What!? Richard Hill is your husband. Oh my God! You are the crazy rich wife in New York." Phoebe's brain shook violently as she plummeted from cloud nine, her mind reeling at the revelation that the man they had been discussing was none other than Richard Hill.

Dad pressed a hand to his chest, "Can you hear that? That's the sound of my heart racing." "I can see where you get your dramatics," Liam whispered to me, and I elbowed him in the stomach. Unfortunately for me, his abdominal muscles were as hard as steel and I only managed to hurt myself, "Do you do sit ups as a hobby or something?" "Don't keep Liam in the cold, Cassie," my father bit out, then smiled at the brown eyed man, "Can I take your bags, please, come on in." And then I watched slack jawed as my beloved father grabbed my husband's duffel and ushered him in, leaving me with my hefty luggage in the snow.

“Sometimes, when you fall asleep on my chest, I stay awake just to feel you breathe. It reminds me you’re real.” I swallowed, a tiny ache blooming under my ribs. “You know, a normal husband's snoring. They don’t say things like that.” He grinned. “Normal husbands don’t get you.” I pressed my lips to the back of his hand. “Good, I never wanted normal, anyway.” ---

I tilted my head and flashed the camera an innocent, saccharine smile. "Honey, you're back! I helped you hit your goals tonight. Bruce just gave another ten gifts!" Bruce smacked a kiss on my shoulder, then glanced over at Jake. "Hey Jake, your wife is seriously slutty. Just think of tonight's donations as my tip to you for your trouble." Jake's fists clenched tight. His teeth ground together audibly, the muscles in his cheek twitching. The chat feed was full of mockery. [The cuckold's back!] [This guy can really take it.]

Emma knew that face. Knew it better than her own. Daniel. Her husband. Holding a little girl. Smiling. Happy. Like a family portrait. The room tilted. "No..." Her voice sounded distant. Unfamiliar. She zoomed in on the picture. The little girl couldn't have been older than eight. Dark hair. Bright eyes. A beautiful smile. And Daniel looked at her with unmistakable affection. The kind of affection that couldn't be faked. The kind of affection a father had for his child.