My Husband Spoils Me Novels & Stories

It felt strange, I had almost lost the habit of doing household chores. “You wanna eat pizza?” I suggested.as I took out the phone to order it. “That's what you do when you want to shut me up. By the way, yes,” I smiled at her pouty face. “Looks like your boyfr-, sorry, your husband is spoiling you with his money,” She said mockingly. My fingers froze for a moment at the mention of the man because of all the fuss. He was my husband in the eyes of the public. It was funny, how different reality was. It was tragic. Him and I.

I thought, but Sophia echoed it……what the hell is he on about? “Yes, Miss Rodriguez.” My husband said without looking away from me. “You know, the thing married couples like to do at night, but see, I am quite insatiable with desire for my beautiful wife. So I tend to have her at hourly intervals every day. Not just at night.” He grinned, and my cheeks flushed red as if it were true. What is he doing? I couldn’t look at her, or away from him… his gaze was too magnetic for that.

Get down on your knees and apologize to Audie and the baby this instant! I laughed coldly. "You're ordering me around now? What gives you the right?" Levi slapped me hard. "Because I am your husband! Country bumpkins like you should know better than to go against your husbands. You have to obey my every word! "I've been too lenient on you for far too long. You don't even know your place anymore. How dare you talk so haughtily to me?" He slapped me with so much force that I crashed into the wall behind me before falling to the ground. I could taste blood, and half my face went swollen from the slap.

We had been so young, our smiles so bright and carefree. And now? I had become nothing more than a woman trapped in an invisible cage, revolving around Eanes like a spinning top, my world dictated by his every move. Eanes had nothing but contempt and ridicule left for me. There were times when I wanted to ask him what exactly I meant to him and why he agreed to marry me in the first place if he never liked me. After all, his family was the one that proposed the marriage. In the early days of our marriage, Eanes and I actually had some beautiful memories together. I was always so busy with work that I'd often forget to eat, and every time, he would bring me a packed meal.

she said. Well I had an in house chef to cook me gourmet meals for us everyday. The man was a genius but my wife wouldn't let me keep him after we got married, she told me that she was going to make sure that she cooked my meals for me. I guess that it is a good thing that I have already sorted that out, seeing that she is already tired. " Dinner can wait, I ran you a bath. " I said to her. " Oh baby that is so sweet, you spoil me too much. " She said to me.

"I mean, I'm not half bad, am I?" I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. "You're not bad at all." "Good to know," he says, leaning in closer, his breath warm against my lips. "Because even though we are married out of convenience, you should know that I fully plan to spoil you to my heart's content." "And how do you plan to do that?" I ask, feeling slightly bolder and wrapping my arms around his neck. "By making breakfast every day?" "Mm, that's just the beginning." His voice drops lower, his hands sliding to my waist, pulling me closer. "I'm thinking long showers, lazy mornings, maybe even a vacation where you don't have to think about anything but how good I make you feel."

"And you destroyed a dying patient's only lifeline over some pathetic jealousy!" "You are cold-blooded beyond belief!" I looked at that agonized face of his and let out a low laugh. The laughter grew louder, echoing through the empty hospital room, eerie and unhinged. The iterative drug I'd poured my heart and soul into formulating for her — she'd smashed it with her own hands. And this husband of mine, so quick to accuse me of being cold-blooded — He couldn't even read the encrypted lab serial number on that culture dish. My serial number.

It's past eleven, almost midday. Sigh... Since I have been sitting at home, my habits have been ruining. The fact that I am overly spoiled by my husband is true. But what can I do? He is so good at loving me that he makes me melt each time, and I have become a night owl now.

"Crystal, ours was an arranged marriage. The Shaw family isn't what it used to be, and your mother's still in the hospital. Without me, who do you think would be paying her medical bills? "If you keep making a scene, the consequences won't be something you can afford." Because of those words, no matter how many scandals he caused with other women, no matter how widely the rumors spread, I was always the one who quietly stepped in to clean up the mess. Then I devoted myself entirely to the family and gave birth to his first son. Over time, I became known as the perfect wife and daughter-in-law. So, when Hubert used an April Fools' joke to openly bring his latest affair into the light, I wasn'

Then he forced a small smile and continued putting food on her plate. “What do you mean?” he said calmly. “I’m serving dinner to my wife.” His words sounded light, but his shoulders were tense. She watched him closely. “I don’t mean the food,” she said quietly. “I mean… all of this.” He stopped completely this time. The spoon rested on the plate. Slowly, he looked at her. “You mean caring for you?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “You were never like this before.” His smile faded.