My Husband Hides His Beauty Novels & Stories

Anita said, putting her phone away and deciding to get breakfast. "Oh yes, Madam. Your husband looks very mysterious. He even put on a mask to cover his face. Is he hiding something? I apologize, Madam. Who knows, maybe his face really does resemble those Korean drama stars, so he's covering it up out of embarrassment," said the maid. "Oh my, Hasna. You watch too many dramas, and you end up like this." Anita laughed at what her maid said. She was actually curious, though. "Sorry, Madam."

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. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

I hardly even watched the show as he had a lot to talk about at work. A difficult client, Loraine giving him a hard time, him trying to get a one week off for our wedding anniversary in a week's time. "You have to serious about it, you can't stand me up again", I said, looking at me. "It's going to be a surprise but I won't let you down this time around", he said and I smiled. Maybe... just maybe. He was beginning to act like the perfect husband to me...who was way far from being loyal.

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.

I was wearing a red dress with quarter sleeves,the stuff was body-hugging and I, for the first time felt beautiful wearing it . My hair were tied in a high bun with my flick laying lightly on my face. I didn't feel like using a blush as my cheeks were already a bit pinkish ,burning with fever. With one final look, I opened my door to be met with a cold look from my husband. He was looking perfect in a black tuxedo and for a second I forgot that I was blankly gawking at him. "This will not do." He simply says,a looks of distaste covering his perfect features.

I left our bedroom. One thing I understood very clearly was that he was hiding something from me but I didn't understand what he was trying to hide I didn't understand. So many thoughts were running through my mind. Does he love some girl? Whether he was forced into this marriage? What if he loves someone? "Shall we go?" my husband called me. He was looking so handsome that I stopped blinking my eyes. He was looking like a top model in his attire. I used to work in fashion design but I was never attracted to any model. But my husband's case was exceptional.

His lips curl into a sly grin. “HEY! PERVERT!” His low chuckle vibrates in the silence, teasing and dangerous, while my whole body trembles with heat. And yet… deep inside, I can’t deny — I find it thrilling. Even though Baekhoon’s fingers are delicate, almost too beautiful, his hands still carry the strength of a man. It’s not that he doesn’t have an Adam’s apple — it’s just not visible. Women have them too, hidden beneath the skin. Some even show. I just never expected my husband to be one of those rare men without one.

I ask, biting my bottom lip and not wishing to look at him or I will get lured to him again. After all, he is so handsome and my husband. This thing — this bond — and this truth that he is my handsome gives me even an open right to behold him and I do that shamelessly. Does Zahir notice that? I really do not know nor do I want to know. Come on, it’s embarrassing, right? Suppose one day he comes to me and tells me that I gawk at him shamelessly.

I lean closer and pressed a kiss to my reflection, whispering a vow only I could hear. “No matter what this marriage throws at me, I will not lose myself.” People have always told me I’m beautiful, celebrities I’ve worked with, stylists, even strangers in passing. Some said they’d pay millions to look like me. Well, now I have billions and I intend to use every inch of this beauty like a weapon. Then the door opened without warning, he walk in like he owns the air, my husband. “Our guests are already here,” he began before the rest of the words died in his throat.He stared and I stared right back.