Novel & Cerita My Husband Hides His Beauty

I was overwhelmed by guilt, my conscience cursing me for lying to this man. He held my shoulders, a warm smile on his face as he said. "Thank you for being my wife, Lyra. You will not regret this, I promise," All I saw in his eyes was love and excitement. It was unfortunate he had to fall in love with someone like Lyra who was only after wealth. "Hmm," I managed to smile at him, shrugging his hands off my shoulders and turning away from him uncomfortably. "So, what next now?" I inquired, turning to him.

He shows off his incredible physique by wearing nothing but a pair of Emporio Armani briefs in the black-and-white image. OK! I admit that I am the luckiest woman because the man that women are obsessed with is now my husband. What will the women who are attracted to him say when they find out that I now own the hottest home d’affaires in New York? Hudson looked up at me and smiled. "What are you doing there? Come here!" Hudson tapped the space next to him. I don't have a choice but to walk towards the bed. "You're not planning to do anything silly, are you?" He said.

He really is breathtaking. His black hair falls perfectly into place, dark locks framing his handsome features. His ocean blue eyes are focused on the documents he's typing, as well as the screen in front of him. His skin looks perfect. I find myself staring as I continue to stand there, staring at him, thinking how beautiful he is. His jawline is strong, making his eyes look sharper and brighter. His lips are thin, but his teeth and mouth are full and pouty. And his nose is cute. God, he is so beautiful. I never realised just how beautiful he truly is and he is my husband, a man I have only known for a day, and a Lycan. I can't help but feel slightly embarrassed as I continue to watch him f

“Wha—?” He didn’t let me finish as he circled my throat and slammed my back against the nearby tree. He leaned into me and glared as he gritted out, “I am not hiding anything, wife. I can’t fucking hide anything.” He turned his face to the side showing his scars to me and I swallowed as he growled, “Look at me! Do you think I could ever hide them. But you—”

He declared his profile stair dangerously, having a mixture of pride. Suddenly, he turned to face me, my eyes snapping from his powerful arm. I cleared my throat looking for where to face without having to get caught, my stupid mind directed me to his lower part and my eyes settled on his pants. “You don't have to feel shy around me.” “Huh?” I looked him in the eyes, confused, dancing in mine. “You don't have to hide it from me, I'm your husband.” The way he calls himself my husband always sounds sweet, but when I tried to find out his inner feelings he always acted like he hated me.

I say, “But for the record, you didn’t need to do all of this! This is amazing, but unnecessary. All I need is you. Thank you for taking care of me. For being my love.” “I’m so glad you like it,” my husband says with enthusiasm that is utterly charming, “Full disclosure, although I won’t deny that I too enjoy the added luxuries, I chose this location for its utter impenetrability. No one, I repeat, no one can get in here without permission. And I swear to you, I will fix this. You will not be hunted for much longer. I’m sorry we need to hide like this.” “It is not your fault Levi,” I say, seriously, “None of it is. And I don’t think of it as hiding anymore. I think of it as an adventure!”

The thought gnawed at her, tearing at the fabric of her already fragile self-esteem. First her own father, most of her friends and now her husband… “Is she this unlovable? So many questions raised in her head. In this the whole time he sucked her breast hard and he was behaving like he never had sex in his entire life. The moments her body was exposed, a surge of attraction pulled him towards her. Even if he married her forcefully but right now the way he was having her it was showing how much he desired to have her but his feeling was somehow hide under his arrogance but today it came out so aggressively that he himself was totally lost into his sanity.

He said with a smile. "I'm not kidding." "Do you think it's a joke? I can do that anytime." "I sometimes hope no one knows that I'm your wife?" "Do you want me to hide you from the public? How can I do that? I'm so proud to be your husband, and I want everyone to know that." "You're very good at sweet talks." "Just say I'm sweet." He said with a smile. "Anyway, I have to take a shower. Let's go to work together."

Christopher's office lights are still on. I walk to the office door. The door is open, but the man inside is completely closed to work. Christopher is sitting in his armchair while typing on his laptop. He looks gorgeous dressed in his black suit pants and fine linen white shirt. I could spend hours watching him work. The sight of my husband like this, doing something trivial, is sexy. And even relaxed, he doesn't fail to exude control. God! I love this man. "Hi," I whisper. Christopher stops typing and gives me an expressionless look.

"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?"