My Husband Who Hates Me Novels & Stories

As he stepped in front of me, I glared at him defiantly. I hated him. I hated his family. I hated his name. I hated everything about him. “Why so angry, darling? I am your husband. You should show some love for me,” he said, a crooked smile playing at the side of his lips. Through the gap between his lips, I could see his sharp fangs, ready to sink into soft flesh. “Fuck you!” I yelled.

my father said, going everywhere but the point. “So what do you want me to do?” I asked, dreading the response that I was going to get. My father looked at me like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world and I was an idiot for not being able to read it out of his mind. “This isn't your home anymore, return back to your husband and sort things out with him, if not then just get the hell out of our house!”

“Karline, I swear...” She scoffed, stepping back. “Oh, spare me. Fake engagement? That’s the best you’ve got?” “It is fake,” he insisted, moving closer again. “I never wanted to marry her. If I wanted to, I would’ve done it four years ago.” “That’s supposed to comfort me?” she shot back. “You destroyed me four years ago.” “I know,” he said, voice hoarse. “I know I did. And I hate myself for it every single day.”

“I don’t know you. Don’t act like we have a connection.” He let out a bitter laugh. “Aurora, you sure are heartless. But no matter how cruel you are, I still love you. I won’t let you leave me. Even if you hate me, I’ll keep you by my side!” As he spoke, Marco suddenly unzipped his jacket, and underneath, he was strapped with explosives.

“I am not granting you the divorce you so desperately speak of. If you need space to think, you can do so in my house or in your own home. I can even allow you to move out temporarily if you need to clear your head. But after that I expect you to come back to your senses and start acting like you are married to me.” My breath caught in my throat, and I stared at him, slowly shaking my head. “Who the hell are you?” Somehow, I was finding it difficult to believe this was the same soft husband I got married to. “A man in love who would do anything to keep his marriage.” He said with so much authority and conviction. And without even waiting for an answer, he turned on his heel, leaving me stari

“Was ruining me not enough for you? You had to drag Clara into this too?” Leonard shrugged, unimpressed, and simply watched to see what else she would say. That indifference only fueled her rage. “What, did I hit the mark? Are you determined to destroy everyone around me? Do you even understand that you are my husband? We are legally married!” Legally married? Leonard sneered inwardly. “And?” he asked aloud, smiling as he spoke. It sounded less like a question and more like deliberate provocation. Leonard enjoyed watching Tanya lose control, watching her anger flare.

His tone was full of mockery. Lisa was so angry to hear him that she wanted to slap him hard. If he didn't refuse to marry her back then, and if he didn't get engaged with Jasmine Brown, the situation might not turn out like this. But now, she didn't have any feelings for him in her heart. She really hated him now for his willful behavior. She shot a stern glare at him and said seriously, "I will marry Mr. Black, and you can't stop me. And don't you dare...."

His voice dropped into something colder. “You’re Ronan Obsorn’s human.” The hatred in the way he spoke Ronan’s name sent chills racing down my spine. “No.” The answer flew out before I could think. “I’m not. He hates me." Even as I confessed, it tasted and sounded bitter. However, it was true, my husband didn't give a damn about me. “So.” He tilted his head, the blade pressing just enough for a sting of pain. "He wouldn’t care if I slit your throat?”

“Six years. He doesn’t let a lot of people in, but once you get to know him, he isn’t as bad as he looks.” I thought he looked pretty great, but I was pretty sure Dennis wasn’t talking about his appearance. He surely possessed a wealth of information on the man who was my husband, but it didn’t feel right to pepper him with questions, so I chickened out. After a few days, I had accepted that I would have to personally experience the ultimate joy of learning about my husband who hated sharing any kind of personal information willingly unless you hounded him about it for quite a while. One thing I’d learned was that he hated when I asked and answered questions on my own as if speaking for him.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Alex, but do you not have the slightest affection and love for Adaline as your wife? According to your story, you and she have been in a relationship since college. It feels so impossible that you have no feelings of love for her at all.” “You are a very stupid boy, Gerald. How could I possibly fall in love with the daughter of a couple who had put my parents in prison for life? My hatred for the Herbert family is immense. So, there's no way I could fall in love with Adaline.” “Like that, alright, I apologize for my unreasonable question.” “You better shut up and don't ask too many questions. Your job is to carry out all the orders I want.” “Yes, Sir.” “Fine, I will see you a