My Husband Is An Antisocial Count Novels & Stories

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.

Someone who could at least acknowledge her family. But even that had failed. After their wedding, her mother had tried to include him in family gatherings. She had introduced him proudly, tried to make him feel welcome. But Lucien always stayed distant. He stayed on his phone, uninterested in conversations. He spoke rudely to guests. He never made an effort. Eventually, even her mother stopped trying. It became clear he had no intention of fitting in. He liked parties, late nights, careless friends, and chaotic living. He came home in the morning more than once.

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.

"I heard you've refused to engage in any physical intimacy with Keegan for seven years. How on earth do you manage to keep your hands off a hottie like him?" "Are you crazy? Everyone in our circle knows that Tasha has severe germaphobia. No matter how good looking Keegan is, it doesn't change the fact that he'd been played with by other men. He probably can't even get it up anymore, so how could he compare to Owen?" Owen wrapped his arm around Tasha and let out a snort of laughter. I went cold all over, my hands balled into fists so tight that they trembled. It felt as though I had been dragged back to the darkest moment of my life—the one I least wanted to remember.