My Husband Hides His Beauty Chapter 1 Novelas e Histórias

" I don't know how good he was bad if he is good at hiding things tonight think I know where my wife learnt her knack for hiding things and hugging them either and play inside or hiding them to the point where they cannot be found. She's always been very meticulous and she's always crossed checked everything else when it comes to knowing the truth so it baffles me as to why she is trying to hide something and she's the one who told me that the more you try to hide something the more it shows up in plain sight you just need to look a bit closer but the middle I'll try to look closer which is what I tried to do with her notebook everything decided to go up in flames." " The both of you are mar

How badly I wanted to bury my face between those curves, to suck and squeeze and taste every inch of her skin. But I didn’t move. I just stared, jaw clenched, heart racing like I was the virgin here. “Are you trying to seduce me?” I cocked a brow, dragging my gaze back up to her face, even though it felt like punishment. She shrugged, her voice playful but her eyes not quite matching. “That wouldn’t be a sin, would it? I mean, you’re my husband.” God. She looked so damn beautiful. And brave.

At that moment, it felt as though my heart was being ripped apart. "Your husband is calling you. Do you want to answer it?" The policeman's voice pulled me back to reality. I looked down and stared at my phone screen, at the word "Hubby."

**** "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.

"I promise to be present. To be the father our children deserve, the partner you deserve, the man who chooses family over everything. I will never leave again. I will never be the unseen husband. I will be here, in light, for all our days." Alessia was crying openly now, and Sebastian's own eyes were wet. The Prince turned to her. "Lady Alessia, do you have words for your husband?" Alessia took a shaky breath. "Six years ago, I married a stranger. I barely saw his face. I knew nothing about him except his name. He left at dawn, and I thought he'd abandoned me forever." "But I was wrong. He didn't abandon me—we were both deceived. And the man I've come to know is nothing like the distant, unc

Untouched by disaster. But the eyes that slide toward me are full of whispers. Aria’s here. Does she know? She looks beautiful… poor thing. Poor thing. I hear that one clearly. My hands shake. I lace them together behind my back so no one sees. Then I see him. Damon. My husband. He stands near the middle of the room, tall, strong, with that sharp jaw and cold, careful expression the world has always called “controlled.” I know better. Damon controls nothing when it comes to his senses. He hides them. He cages them. And sometimes… they break free.

I couldn’t let him see me like this. If he did, if he saw the real messy, aching me, he would know what I hid well over the years. I just couldn't take that risk. I closed my eyes, taking a shaky breath. Pretending happiness was exhausting, emotionally grueling. After all, this was my husband’s engagement party. Strange, right? No one here knew the truth. No one would ever know. We had hidden that very well over the past year. Not even the press that adored every move he made suspected anything.

Ruthless Billionaire’s Little Sparrow Part 58-2 PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND FOLLOW ME Author’s POV “Damm, do you want to kill your husband with your beauty" his voice dragged her out of her thoughts making her lift her eyes in the mirror to find him leaning against the wall near the door with one hand on his chest with an awe expression while his intense gaze moving over her, making a visible gulp with licking his lips mischievously. She will take it a romantic gesture of a husband being mesmerize by his wife's beauty if only she didn’t know what kind of demon was hiding behind this handsome face of his.

Or rather sharpened his answer by deliberately giving an ambiguous sentence. Nick was silent, his eyes glazed over like he was about to cry. "Belle. Please, tell your husband abou this. How long do you want to hide it? No husband is not sad to hear that his wife is about to die." The next second was my turn to be silent. “You're wrong,” I retorted. I looked down at him, unable to meet his gaze as he stripped me of my household secrets. "I hid it not because I wanted to. But because I had to."