Novel & Cerita My Husbands Dad

He said. " Really? " " Yes, Dad. " " Oh, do you think your husband will be happy with this disrespectful Character of yours? , I guess you don't know him too well because if you do then you won't be like this. " ' He's not my husband! We aren't even married yet! So don't call him my husband! Husband? As if I am even going to get married to him. ' I ranted inwardly, I didn't dare refute my Dad's words when it's not like I am seeking for Beating, though I don't think he'll lay a finger on me as I am of much use to him now.

Camilla smiled that I thought was as fake as her husband. “Why not. Evenings with you are always fascinating.” Hayden’s gaze was still lingering when his lips curled in a smirk. “Speaking of fascination…” his orbs landed besides me and my body tensed. “Wouldn’t you introduce your wife, Theodore?” Instead of Hazel, my mother answered after beats of hesitation. “She’s Hazel, and Hazel, he’s Hayden, your husbands cousin and she’s Camilla, his wife.” She graced them with a tentative smile. Something dark and volatile emitted through me.

Suddenly, Erwin saw a request posted three days ago. “I have a daughter, October 15 is her birthday. Over the years, we have only focused on our career, not spending much time with her. It wasn't until five months ago, when my husband died in an accident, that I discovered that my daughter really wanted to have parents to keep her company. This time, it was just the two of us who celebrated our birthday together. A few years ago, my husband and I made a promise to our daughter that we would give her a necklace for her birthday. But every year we forget because we are busy. This year, my husband is no more, and my daughter is also sixteen. I want to fulfill this last wish with my husband, mak

Him asking me if I was interested in her romantically left me shocked. He was straight forward; I could appreciate that. After I decided to be honest with him and nodded, he returned with a curt nod. We only had 7 boxes left when he finally spoke again. “My Dad has been a horrible husband for as long as I can remember. I won’t let that happen to her again.” He said flatly.

Seated around the couch, with her family and her husband's family, discussing the purpose of their marriage. “It’ll only be for five years, till our company is stable” Bella’s father said that night, his eyes pleading that Bella had to accept the request. Bella didn’t exactly plan on rejecting the offer because well, the man she was asked to marry was breathtakingly beautiful. She’s seen a few men, but this one, the one she’s supposed to marry, was definitely a threat to the male population. He had big, well toned muscles, a handsome face, deep green orbs and beautiful skin.

Jayden seemed to think of something and pulled me slightly away from his body, looking at me with his beautiful face full of concern. "Was it that guy from earlier? Your ex?" He asked, clenching his fists. I just nodded and started crying again, being comforted by him. "There’s just one thing I don’t understand. If Jayden is here, and he’s fine, who was that idiot talking about when he mentioned a loved one?" Maryna asked, intrigued. When I understood, my world stopped for a few moments, and the desperation took hold of me again. "Daon!" I called out my husband’s name like a prayer, hoping he was okay, but knowing Bobby, I was sure he wasn’t.

He was talking to the HR of the marketing department. “How dare you to step inside my cabin without my permission? This is not an amusement park where anyone can come.” My father rose from his chair, his face turned red with anger. The other men scurried away from there. “I can come here anytime I want, Mr. Harris Jones if I see my wife’s life in danger.” Tristan used the same pitch. My father’s eyes shifted on me and twitched looking at my bandage. “So, you’re saying that I am responsible for your wife’s recklessness?” He gritted his teeth.

I exclaimed with exasperation. “You guys are just pretending to be mates,” Dad snorted again, making me speechless. Yes, we were just pretending, but I still wanted Dad to accept Max. “We are married, and he’s your son-in-law,” I argued again. “For only a year,” Dad countered. “Can't you just accept him?” I asked helplessly. “Why should I accept him when you guys are only a fake couple?” Dad was so stubbornly against Max he didn't even try to conceal it.

'My husband' is just for PR. My dad's word is Law here in Livingstone. Unfortunately so..... I woke up to see Dan 'my husband ' clad in a blue Tuxedo. A black leather bag with his laptop laid unzipped at the foot of the bed. We have been Married for 5 months yet calling us strangers was not far from the truth. My husband is the Mayor of Livingstone and that is one of the few things I care to know about him. My dad made me Marry Dan after Rev Murphy got shot by thugs. He said he hated to see me alone. In hindsight, He only wanted to get rid of me.

Max asks, still yelling above the loud music. “I might have to stay here longer .” “What!? Why?” “The old man is not too well.” “Yeah, well… he’s old,” he says casually. “Max…” I begin, and he quickly says “Yeah, yeah. I guess- fine. Good luck. But isn’t Conor taking care of things over there ?” “Dad asked me to stay. “ I say eventually. “Right. Anyway, how’s Conor’s wife? You said he was married? “