Novel & Cerita My Husband's Harem Is A Bit Too Much

AURORA'S POV Henry: I hope you know that your husband is a jerk. Me: Trust me, You don't need to tell me because I already know. Henry: All polar bears are left-handed. Bet you didn’t know that. Henry: Also, related to that, your husband is a jerk who looks at his phone every five seconds. Are you two texting? Me: No. Henry: Weird. He always logs off during poker nights. Me: Can you do me a favor?

They slide down our bodies, hands roaming and he covers me in passionate kisses. We make love on the couch in the living room. After that, we take a hot shower together and we lie, wrapped in a warm blanket. The dawn is breaking and we talk about before, the time we missed spending together. I tell him everything about Conor, too. “It was never a real marriage. But he made sure everyone believed it. I started asking him for a divorce as soon as I had more money. And then he began refusing. “ I rest my head against Dominic’s chest and feel his muscles shift as I say this.

“But don’t think he won’t try to seduce you.” She cleared her throat and fussed with the veggie tray. “I should warn you, when a man sleeps with a woman it’s the same as marriage here. A Haunt can mate only once, and once the body fluids mix…” She raised her hands in defeat. “Like it or not, you bed him, you wed him.” Andrea squinted in confusion. “And how many wives does he have?” The thought of joining a harem repulsed her, not that it would come to that. She’d geld him first.

, I look at Davil as I wait for him to object but he is silent. “He knows? He agreed? If anything ha-“ “You underestimate your husband. He is strong enough to handle himself and if anything does happen to him it just shows how much of a liability he has been. Our wives are tagging along, we don’t want to worry about you and still worry about our wives too. We want it to seem like a group vacation. So no need to create a mountain out of a mole hill”, Tash spits out. I guess Tareem didn’t beat him as much as I would want.

I stormed over and shoved him hard. "How could you sink so low?" I shouted. "Aren't you afraid your family will see this?" My husband glared at me and roared back, "What the hell are you doing? Can't you see I'm busy? This is Valen. No one back home is going to see this video." I knew better. Those clips ended up on all kinds of small websites overseas. How could they possibly not see them? The truth was, my husband had been bewitched by Ayame. He'd tossed aside all decency and shame.

“Exactly! You dared to bring a woman like this home? Have you been possessed?” “Divorce! Yvonne must divorce him!” Daisy wailed loudly while Philip Carter, my father-in-law, remained silent with a dark expression. His pipe struck the table with a thunderous clatter. Charles kept his head down, and his fists were clenched tight. He did not dare to argue. I listened to the commotion from my room. This was only the beginning. Michelle, your journey of “returning to the primitive” had only just started.

But in reality, my husband didn't want a good and pious wife, he married me because he saw me as a woman who could fulfill all his sexual fantasies. I mistakenly assumed that a wild and steamy bedroom was only necessary in the first years of our marriage. But what Simon really needed was a lifelong sex partner he could be proud of. "I just want to go back to my old self," I said, a strange turmoil filling my soul. "What was your old self like?" "If I told you, you probably wouldn't believe me." "Really?"

This was a routine; once or twice a week, he makes me sleep in his room when he invites any of his lovers, and the lack of sleep takes its toll on my body for a few days. In the first year, I'd cry endlessly till it was over, my husband had all sorts of lovers, lying on the hard floor, he made me listen to their screams over and over again until it didn't bother me anymore but I still couldn't sleep, he had a way with his lovers that made them scream annoyingly.

I was lounging on the sofa in our villa when I suddenly felt the baby kicking. The sensation was incredible. Trent and I had endured a strained marriage over the past ten years, and I was finally starting to consider surrendering to the inevitable. After all, he did go so far as to have a reverse vasectomy just to keep me with him. I gently placed my hand on my rounded belly and resolved to be a good mother, watching my child grow up strong and healthy. Suddenly, I heard someone screaming outside the villa.

Lynette Kensington's rules took effect on the second day of our marriage. "Your monthly spending is capped at 2,000 dollars. For any single purchase over 100 dollars, photograph the receipt and send it to me for approval. It's not that I'm cheap. I'm helping you learn how to budget. You've never had any discipline with money," she claimed. I thought she had a point. So for three years, buying a single jacket meant budgeting for half the month, and replacing a pair of contact lenses meant waiting for her approval. Then, last month, I found a supplementary card statement tucked inside the pocket of her trench coat. The cardholder was Jayden Scott, her Administrative Director. The transact