My Husband Hides His Beauty Novels & Stories

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.

I kept asking myself over and over again how it had all come to this and why the man who seemed not to have gotten over his ex-wife and even resisted my charm in all the years we'd been married suddenly got smitten by that bitch. Yes, I agreed that she was beautiful. I agree that she had a bigger and curvy features that could make any man go insane than me, but I had no idea that my own husband who claimed that he wasn't over his first wife, would also join the band of men smitten by her and end up humiliating me in public.

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.

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.

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.

As the water rolled down his well-built chest, it didn't miss a chance in amazing Jayda. "Will you stop staring at me?" He smirked. "What? Can't I appreciate the fact that I'm damn lucky to have such a hot dude as my husband." She wiggled her eyebrows, laying on her side with her elbow on the bed and her chin was plopped on her palm. "Of course you are. Haven't you seen how this hot model of a husband works out? These babies aren't just for staring." He boasted, kissing his arms. He folded his arms across his chest then flexed his muscles, for show off.

"Of course. My wife is a beautiful person, intelligent." "Just calm down. The most handsome man in my eyes, only my Remus, my mate...my husband. My husband is a handsome person, even just wearing short shorts he has the maximum handsomeness, especially if he wears a shirt or formal suit, oh yeah, the damage is done... if my husband is wearing sunglasses. It's like being on a date with a famous Hollywood actor." Remus laughed in satisfaction. "I have a wife who can make me happy like this."