My Handsome Husband Novels & Stories

"I am warning you. You better not do anything reckless." Reckless? He walked down from the throne and stood in front of Heather with an evil smile. He took a close look at Heather's beauty. It enchanted him even more. He lifted Heather's chin with his finger. He praised her. "Rumor has it that Ambrose's partner is a beautiful woman with perfect attractiveness and the ability to woo every man to their knees. Now that I see you with my eyes today, I think you are even more beautiful than a fairy. "Since God purposefully brought you here, would it not be a waste if I did not make you my wife?"

"I want you, Arabella. Not as Ethan's wife. Not as a woman I rescued, and certainly not as some helpless victim who needs my wealth." He paused, letting the raw sincerity of his words settle into my chest. "I want you simply because you are you." I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. My thoughts were a chaotic mess. "You heard what your own son said about me, didn't you?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly as the humiliation from earlier resurfaced. “We've been married for over three years... I've known him even longer than that. Yet he thinks I am worthless, boring, and incapable of evoking any real feelings in him. How am I supposed to believe you see me any differently after

“I’d love to punch him in the face!” Zachary was being honest. “Such a heartless man, I’ll beat him up every time I see him!” “You sounded like you’re a spoony guy.” Yvonne chuckled. “I am indeed a playboy, but I’m not married. If I’m married I’ll treat my wife well.” Yvonne shook her head. “Men always say something like this before getting married.” “I’m not that kind of person, for real!” Zachary panicked when she refused to believe what he said. “I can prove it to you.”

"Lucky why?" "Lucky to have a handsome, wealthy, stable, and kind-hearted husband." "Gosh." Alice rolled her eyes. For this habit and behavior of Ashton's, it seemed incurable. It was already an acute disease. "It's useless to be handsome if you're annoying." "I'm not annoying, dear. Just adorable." "Yes, so adorable that someone got obsessed with being his wife. So handsome that the office staff talks about him every day. I'm lucky to have a handsome husband like this."

He asked with a smile. “No, tell me again. Ever since you met the baby, I think I’m less important to you now.” I said, pouring my lips like a child. “You know I met you first and you would always be important to me.” He said gently rubbing my chin. “Whatever.” I said, rubbing my head against his broad chest. He chuckled and confused what he was doing. How was I so lucky to have someone as handsome as his as my husband? He was just everything, he had the looks and literally everything.

He asked with a smile. “No, tell me again. Ever since you met the baby, I think I’m less important to you now.” I said, pouring my lips like a child. “You know I met you first and you would always be important to me.” He said gently rubbing my chin. “Whatever.” I said, rubbing my head against his broad chest. He chuckled and confused what he was doing. How was I so lucky to have someone as handsome as his as my husband? He was just everything, he had the looks and literally everything.

And she — this impossible, infuriating woman — looks like she's having the time of her life. Something shifts in her expression then. The teasing softens just slightly at the edges, and she turns to face him fully, and when she smiles this time it's different. Warmer. Realer. "Okay, okay." She holds up both hands, surrendering. "Now — now — my husband is the absolute best. The greatest. The most ridiculously handsome man I have ever seen in my entire life. Liam Hart, I swear, even when you're furious you look like you belong on a billboard. I love you. I love you so much. You are devastatingly, unfairly, aggressively good-looking and I am so lucky—"

"Your name's Yvonne, right? You're saying my husband choked you and ripped your clothes with his hands?" Yvonne straightened up and said with unwavering confidence, "That's right! His hands were shockingly strong and covered in calluses. They hurt so much! I'll never forget those hands!" "Good." I nodded, a glint of coldness in my eyes. "Hopefully, when we get to court, you’ll still remember what those hands look like. "Because my husband lost his hands in a fire five years ago. "You said he choked you? With what? His imaginary hands?"

And he was mine. My sweet but handsome workaholic husband, Ryan Skylar…This is the life I desired with my husbands which is full of romance, affection and a lot of mischievousness.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll stand up if we do it.” He negotiated. I shook my head. “Not today.” He frowned. “Why?” I crossed my arms and had a menacing smile on my face. “That’s because I’m on my period.” He groaned making me laugh. He pulled my arm and I sat on the edge of the bed. I cupped his face. “Why is my husband so handsome?” He chuckled. “That’s because his wife is very beautiful.” I giggled. He cupped my face and gave me a light kiss on the forehead. “I’ll go take a shower first and afterwards, I want us to decorate the house.” He nodded and I went on my way to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and after I stepped out, Primo went inside the bathroom. I changed in