My Husband Is An Antisocial Count Mga Nobela at Kwento

"It's cute how you think you can do anything to stop me. Tell me, do you really think I'll listen to your command?" "You have no reason to kill him!" "I have every reason to do it," he retorts. "Your husband has interfered in matters that don't concern him. He should've stayed in his lane. Do you know what his problem was? His problem was that he was always too ambitious. He should never have gone for a fish as big as Carmen Lowett. He didn't know what he was getting into, or signing up for. Once you step into our little group, you've signed your soul off."

"Nanny told me." "Do you think anyone is thinking about you? What will they be talking about you?" "They are probably bad mouthing me," he said pouting. "It is forbidden to accuse others," I said and patted his forehead. "That's no longer a doubt because it's true." "Warren, no matter what you are, you are still Warren, my fiancé. Right, hubby?" I said smiling causing his cheeks and ears to turn red. "You are very kind wife," he said with a wide smile and hugged me. I didn't say I was nice! I just killed a man hours ago.

Charles tried to find a new job, but that viral video had become a permanent stain on his name. Not a single reputable company would hire him. He was forced into manual labor. Meanwhile, Michelle’s condition grew worse. The system did not seem to have any intention of letting her go. [Sixth stage punishment initiated: Forget human memory and emotional cognition.] Michelle completely forgot who she was and who Charles was. She was either staring blankly into a corner or barking at Charles like a dog every time Charles visited her at the psychiatric hospital.

Monica felt that her husband Anton had changed after returning from a bukber with his business partner. He no longer feels at home and doesn't seem to love Monica anymore. There was just an excuse to go out of the house, whether he was actually taking care of real business or not it was always business that he made excuses for. "Special call," Sonia said as she shook her cell phone. "Put the phone down, let's just enjoy this fun night together," Anton replied as he snatched the phone from Sonia's hand.

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

I stole a glance at him, and the smirk he gave me promised trouble. And I couldn’t help but think… Maybe my husband's open marriage suggestion wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Fear gripped me as I instinctively protected my belly and said, "Trent is the father!" "Lies! Trent had a vasectomy a long time ago so he wouldn't pass on his Superman syndrome!" Lucy shouted. "You're trying to have him pass on the Bradford Group to your child, aren't you? Too bad! He already told me he was going to let my son take over!" It was true that Trent didn't want to have kids because I disliked his Superman syndrome, and he didn't want our children to inherit it. But that all changed after he failed to win my love. He had the reverse surgery and then I became pregnant, baby-trapping me in a marriage I never wanted.

The man already made it clear that he was anti-marriage and anti-kids. And yet… the thought still burned me alive. It was already extreme enough that he came inside me multiple times, all because of my stupid freaking allergy—which I allowed him to do the first time. But letting that reckless desire grow into a whole human being? That was an entirely different level of insane.

Like she’s my entire world. “Axel, you have five seconds to explain yourself before I offload bullets into your brain. What are you doing here? What’s your relationship with Anton?” He doesn’t even hesitate. His expression is defiant and fierce when he looks at me and with all honesty, I’m surprised. Axel has never, ever looked at me in that manner before — like he’d tear me to pieces if he had the chance. “The man you tied up and whipped is my fucking husband! Anton and I are married.”

"DINKs for life? He has a three-year-old with another woman, and she's pregnant with a second child!" "Is his marriage just a sham? How disgusting." "His image as a great husband just got shattered. Would any company trust someone with his character?" The main potential investor, Henry Turbin, was a businessman who prioritized family values and trustworthiness, and his expression took a turn for the worse instantly, but he still turned to look at me with sympathy. Chuck trembled as he tried to explain, but realized nothing he said could salvage the situation. He glared at me maliciously, looking like he wanted to tear me apart, but all I did was smile at him sadly, yet innocently.