Novel & Cerita My Husband Hides His Beauty Chapter 1

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.

“She is gorgeous. She smells delightful and looks so soft. I want to touch her.” I stared at him in stunned disbelief. “Are you quite certain you have no interest in women?” Zachary seemed momentarily taken aback, though he swiftly schooled his features. “I am quite certain. I dislike women, so you would do well to keep your distance.” Yet his thoughts told an entirely different story. “That was all a lie. In truth, I am hopelessly drawn to women and deeply lustful. I had intended to restrain myself, but since you dared to marry me, it’s only a matter of time before you end up in my bed.”

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.

I gave a faint, weary smile and coughed a few times. "Long time no see, Anna." Anna Digby's expression softened slightly. She let out a scoff and plopped down on the edge of the bed. "If I hadn't happened to pass by, you'd have fried your brain in that rain and turned into a vegetable. "What about your wife?" At the mention of Maeve, my heart ached again. Seeing my pale face, Anna wisely dropped the subject and handed me my phone.

“Sometimes, it’s not about what you deserve. It’s about what you need.” Her lips quirked up briefly before her gaze drifted. “I guess you deserve to know why I’m... like this,” she began hesitantly. “I’ve been running. My husband—he... hid something from me. A big secret about our marriage, about our life together. And when I found out, it hurt too much to stay.” Taylor furrowed his brows, feigning shock. “Your husband? So, when you said there were people chasing you, looking for you... it’s his men, isn’t it?”

I'd stupidly thought that this was a secret account he'd created for our baby, thinking that he didn't know how to express it to me extrinsically. But now, I knew that I had been a fool all along. I swiftly contacted a moving company. When we got married, I single-handedly replaced all the old, rotting furniture in our run-down apartment. Levi's friends had teased him in the past when they learned about it. "Say, Lev! I didn't know that you married a rich country girl! Your wife must be loaded!" "Make sure she's not pretending to be rich! Otherwise, you're going to be saddled with debt when the bills arrive!"

My ever charming husband now seemed to be more of an asshole and a jerk… Our lovely seven years of marriage now looked like a big waist of time and resources, as I had resigned from my job just to be with him and I also didn't hesitant when he asked me to get involved with him in a hidden marriage and I had seen it to be a great way to finally get closer to him. In the seven years of my hidden marriage, I had conceived five children with each one of them stillborn. ____ "You killed Rory Mason's five children just to provide specimens for Brittney Maron’s medical experiments? Are you seriously okay? Those were your own flesh and blood!" Brian continued..

Like he hasn’t lived his whole life wrapped in obsession and lust. And honestly, I don’t blame them. He looks like sex in a suit. His presence is intoxicating. Dominant. Dangerous. But he’s mine. At least for now. I step forward, planting a hand on his chest. My voice is sugary-sweet as I look up at him, then at all of them. “Girls, meet my husband.” Their mouths fall open like synchronized fucking fish. And I just smile.

I just watched from afar, loving her from a distance because of our age difference and her dreams. Two years ago, I first saw her at the church Mom frequented. Her captivating beauty caught me. Her smile, her eyes, her lips… everything made me smile. I chose to help her unnoticed. I wanted to see her achieve her dreams first. But if I had known it would come to this… I should have acted sooner. I shouldn’t be her husband now. Still, I know my place. One day she’ll be free, and I’ll make sure no one can stop me from confessing.