My Husband Hides His Beauty Chapter 1 소설 & 이야기

"Let's see. Duke, I want to tell you one more thing. I don't want you to hide your face from me anymore. These scars on your face prove you haven't given up. You are still fighting. If you hide yourself from me, I Can't help you. Don't hide yourself from me, Duke. It's my duty to be by your side and support you in everything as your wife. If you hide yourself from me, I will fail completely in my duty. Which I don't want to be. I want to be the best wife to my husband as my husband is the best to me," Lelia said looking at him. "I will not hide myself from you again. I promise," Duke replied without looking at her eyes. "Very good. Let's cut the cake together now." "Sure," Duke said, and the

" Just when the two were puzzled, Perla, who was still proud just now, suddenly changed her face, turned around and was about to run upstairs. Before she could go upstairs, a short and fat man dressed as a big-waisted round coal boss strode over, followed by several bodyguards with black sunglasses. Perla's body stiffened, and seeing that she couldn't run away, she hurriedly put on a flattering smile, turned around and walked towards the short and fat man. "Husband, why did you come back suddenly?" This menacing short and fat man is Perla's wealthy businessman husband Kian. "Hmph, I'm not coming back, I don't know you're messing around outside and cuckolding me!" Kian snorted coldly, and no

I can feel every fiber in my body begin to tighten, a creeping heat of anxiety curling itself around my spine, rooting me in place. My breath hitches. This is the first time I’ve truly looked at him—my husband—since the moment he turned his back on me. Since he left me thrashing in the cold, dark water, gasping for breath while he walked away, all to protect the identity of the woman he’s been hiding.

My husband loves me… he just doesn’t want the world to see. But why must he hide it? His family despises me, treating me as less than human. Still, I married Damian, not them. I can endure their hatred as long as he loves me. Yet tonight, he holds another woman’s hand. Perhaps the one his mother always dreamed for him. I clutch my chest, closing my eyes briefly as I breathe. I should stop thinking nonsense or I’ll ruin today’s celebration. “Just smile like you always do,” I mutter, curling a wide smile on my lips.

When he smiled, he looked like the first warm day after a hard winter. I hid the name Castellano. He hid the name Moretti. We had no grand wedding, no family blessing, no witnesses except the lake and the wind. We exchanged two plain silver rings, and that night he held me close and said, "When we have a real wedding, I'll put the most diamond tiara in the city on your head."

Hearing his voice right now almost made me sick. The room had gone completely quiet. Selena kept shaking her head. "That's not possible. It's not possible." Twenty minutes later, Julian walked in. He saw my burned hand and stopped. Then he pushed forward quickly, reaching for it, but I moved back. "Ava — what happened to you?" He still had that same look, the sincere, devoted one. It suited him less now. I turned away from him and looked at Selena. "Ask your wife." Julian's brow furrowed. He scrambled to clarify. "She — she's not my wife—"

"You have the name Bella for a reason, stop hiding and show the world how beautiful you are." I smile, feeling very happy as I listen to the things he tells me, and how his hands fly over my body eagerly, his eyes shining and his companion awakening. I realise it's true, my husband really likes me as a woman. This fills me with confidence, I throw my arms around his neck and pull him towards me to kiss him deeply. He doesn't hesitate, he does it as if he wants to devour me. Both of us part, wishing we could stay and get into bed. I clean his mouth and repaint mine while I talk to him.

His both hands held my wrists on either side as I contained my urge to push him back. Let it be tonight! What am I hiding from my own husband? He already thinks I'm tainted then what's there to prove? Nothing to lose, nothing to gain. I repeated the words in my head again and again, as he took the shirt off my shoulders and threw it on the floor, his head not once lifting up to meet my eyes. He was dipped in my skin as he placed open mouthed kisses in the crook of my neck, my shoulder and then moving down to my chest.

I end up hiding my rosy face behind his ear. Damn! I didn't intend to. "And why is my sweet horny wife shy now?" He teases in a whimper, bleeding all his strength on my nipples, making me scream with pleasure. "I... I... Am... Ooh!" Damn me! What am I saying again? "You are shy to show how much your husband is pleasuring you, huh?" He grumbles huskily on my neck, pinching my nipples so hard and sweet that he summons my gaze from my hiding place.

-Who is that lady beside her- -Oh!my gosh, I think that is his wife- -She looks so beautiful just like an angel- -I love her curves- -Those dress are just perfect on her- -I can't believe he made his wife public today- -Why has he been hiding his wife, she is such a goddess to the hidden- -I think he had a secret wedding and I wonder why-