My Husband Hides His Beauty Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

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.

“You pull your shirt down. You fold your arms. You look away from the glass. If you want results, you have to stop treating your body like it’s a secret you’re trying to keep from yourself.” I let out a short breath. “Easy for you to say.” “It is easy for me to say.” He didn’t deny it. “I’ve heard the same story a hundred times. Husband talks down. Wife shrinks. Then she walks in here wanting a miracle in a month.” He tipped his head. “You want the miracle or not?” “I want him to regret it.” “Then stop hiding from your own body.” His tone stayed light, almost casual, like he was talking about the weather. “That’s the first step. Everything else comes after.”

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.

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."

When he says that he wishes he met me first, my heart almost explodes with ecstasy, and when he says he loves me, I couldn't breathe, if only it was true. 'Well, it's not like he likes me like that, he's probably just being friendly, plus I am his brother wife and I am hideous, or am I not'-I think as I stare down at my reflection in the mirror ' How could anyone consider this beautiful, my face is hideous, my scar is ugly'- I tell myself, before remembering his words. " Your husband married you because he loves you and because you are beautiful, just like I said you are" I recall, and a broad smile creeps its way to my face.

Our garments gradually fell away, and the instant our bodies drew close, Zachary’s thoughts were laid bare to me. “How exceedingly pleasant. So this is what it’s like to be joined with one’s wife. I do not wish to let go. Her voice is like music to my ears. Her eyes are red with tears, and she softly begs me to be gentler. I wish this moment could last forever.” Zachary, being the only son of a general, possessed remarkable endurance. He did not release me until well past midnight. Even when I could scarcely lift a hand from sheer exhaustion, he remained composed and untroubled as he gathered me into his arms and tended to me.

My voice sounded far away. "That's why he called you," Henri said. "He's ready to talk. And more importantly, he's ready to help you destroy them." I stood up too fast. The chair scraped against the floor. "I need air." "Kate," Alex started. "I just need a minute." I walked out to the porch and gulped down ocean air. Salt and wind and the taste of freedom I had forgotten existed. My marriage had been a lie. My husband had been a weapon. Seven years of my life had been stolen as revenge for something I hadn't even known about.