My Husband Hides His Beauty Novels & Stories

Arthur exhales with a wide smile on his lips. I return his smile before gently placing my hands on his shoulders as I softly pat it. "I don't believe you're lying, but..." My voice trailed off as I replaced my smile with a solemn expression. "Mister Handsome, I know you're lying, and it pains me greatly that you're still hiding who you truly are from me. You literally know about my late husband and my illness, and yet you continue to conceal your identity from me." I declare, before biting my lower lip to control my rage.

"But I'm actually suspicious about Anita's husband. Maybe he's just a hired actor. Her real husband is ugly, so he's hiding it!" His laughter was light, but sharp. Ayu smiled faintly, even though her eyes stared blankly at the floor. "That's right, it's definitely just the rented person, her husband's face is ugly," continued Anita. "If the lights didn't suddenly go out and the man didn't run away, maybe we would have exposed him, her husband is really ugly," insulted Hana. "Then let's go to sleep," said Ayu. "Yeah, I'm also tired after the party. I want to take a shower and rest now," said Hana, who finally decided to walk towards her room.

he said, and my frown deepened. "You're not." The words tumbled from my lips before I could stop them. My husband tilted his head slightly, a spark of amusement in his eyes. "I'm not? What kind of person do you think I am?" He asked, and I held my hand to his. "You are...an enigma to others but not to me, Roman. You've been hurt just like me. But, you couldn't express your feelings, so you learned to hide your pain until it became a part of you. Yet, you are so strong and beautiful. You try so hard even when you don't have to. Still, you pretend you have been doing nothing," I replied, and his gaze softened.

Emma paused the video and stared at her husband's face frozen on the screen. He looked terrified. Not guilty. Not angry. Terrified. That realization unsettled her more than anything else. For two days, she'd convinced herself that Daniel was living a secret life with another woman and child. The evidence certainly pointed that way. But now... Now something wasn't adding up. A man having an affair didn't usually look like that. A cheating husband didn't talk about people dying if the truth came out. There was something much bigger hidden beneath the surface. Something dangerous.

I bet my face is red. Damn, why have I been nervous around my husband lately? He brings different vibes than the usually ′gentle family man′ vibes, more like ′dominating'. Does it sin if I cheat with this new version of Dominic? The last time I felt him so dominant was when we were still dating. After marriage, he never looked so dominating like this anymore, I swear. He is usually just like another gentle husband out there. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

"Don't lie just to cheer me up!" "No, I'm not cheering you up, I'm telling the truth!" Amanda smiled reassuringly. "You're so beautiful and charming that a billionaire fell in love with you. He even promised to choose you over his wife who probably always wears expensive stuff and expensive makeup... Your beauty proves that simple women can also conquer the hearts of classy men... It's like a fairy tale!" Maelie smiled thinly. "It's not something special, you even know that," she said as she got up.

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.

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."

I wasn't going to get laid anyways. I'm a married woman so no one really need to know if I'm putting on one or not. I shoved my feet into high heels, did a light make-up, grabbed my small leather bag and I walked back into the living room. The flowers lay on the floor by the door, where I kissed him earlier. Angrily,I stepped over them, grabbing my coat and I walked out of the house. If my husband was at a gala, then I could be at a club and If he was drinking fine champagne with Loraine, I could chug something stronger, something that would burn this humiliation right out of me.

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.