My Secret Husband Novels & Stories

He directed his fork to the kitchen. "You're his father. " "Screwing hell I'm his goddamn father! "Bruce whispered."well lets lean you into a little bit of telenovela. That shit over their called my wife would over her corpse want you to know this, but every family's got a secret, hasn't it? She screwed a little child, happened to be her little son's girlfriend and now he knows, you see, my wife, she isn't straight. She's a lesbian. a hardcore one, our marriage is just a social status thing I suppose."

"You seem so happy that he's going." Maverick said crossing his arm. "Of course, I am," I replied with a grin. "Why are you happy?" "Because... At the party, we can't stay together or talk to each other that much since we'll be going as Secretary and Boss. I can talk to Ramon instead." I explained. "Why are you guys keeping your marriage Secret anyway?" Ramon asked. "It's just till the revenge plan is over and successful," Maverick replied and I turned to him in surprise.

After my husband picked up his secretary and our son, they went into the hotel for a business meeting. Photos of them were trending online. I gave him a call to ask him about it, but he hung up on me impatiently. “I’m meeting a client. Obviously, we’re meeting at the hotel! Can you stop being unreasonable?” I was busy contacting IT support to retract the trending topics. Two hours later, I received a call from the emergency department of the hospital. When I reached the hospital, my son was already dead.

"Yes. You may go." "Thank you, Lissa. Thank you!" Edgar opened his arms; he was about to hug Elissa. Elissa dodged. She was still reluctant to be held by Edgar. Edgar, who had been happy, now his face was flat again. That's right. Edgar was no one but Elissa's secret husband. He had no way to Elissa's heart. At least for now. Tomorrow? After the Lebanon project, Edgar could surely be re-energized to make Elissa fall in love. For him, marriage is only once. He didn't want to fail the choice he had made.

She picked up her scarf and walked out of the house. She decided she would just hide in the car and scare him. It will be fun... With that intention, she walked to the elevator, knowing it would take a few minutes for him to reach downstairs to the parking lot. Aarvi opened his car with the help of an extra key and hid in the back seat. Soon Anshuman reached his car and opened the door of it. He did not notice Aarvi’s presence there. Aarvi was about to scare him when his phone went off as he picked up the call.

The first step to finding out if your husband is cheating and has a mistress is to keep tabs on him. So, every morning, I’ve been waking up, dressing in secret and pretending to be asleep all before my husband gets ready and leaves for work. Then I follow him in a rental vehicle that I never park at home and watch him secretly from outside his company building. For the last two days, I haven’t witnessed anything out of the ordinary. He simply worked until it was time to leave for the day but today seemed to be a little different.

"What’s the secret?" I grinned, unable to help the happiness bubbling inside me. "My husband," I said simply. Their faces dropped faster than a bad stock market crash. I knew it was because they thought I was still married to Alex. They probably hated him after seeing his scandal and well.... everything else. Before they could recover, I added quickly, "Well... I got divorced. And then I got married again. I’ll introduce you guys to him later." They both stared at me, eyes wide as flying saucers, and chorused the same word at the same time:

"We can't do this. Not anymore. You're my stepbrother now." He chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated through me. "Stepbrother," he repeated, tasting the word. "Doesn't change what happened last night. Or how much you moaned my name." His hand brushed my lower back subtly, fingers tracing the curve of my spine through my shirt. I stepped away, heat pooling in my groin despite myself. "This is serious," I hissed. "My dad... your mom... if they find out—" "They won't," he interrupted, popping a strawberry into his mouth with casual grace. "Unless you can't handle a little secret." His dark eyes challenged me, daring me to push back.

I retorted in a tone so firm that he looked up at me with furrowed brows, “No?” “You don’t get to talk about him like that.” Cassian chuckled softly. “And yet your husband is a killer.” I shook my head, “Killer or not. He is my husband,” I answered, “And he does not keep secrets from me.” His lips curved faintly. “Sure,” he answered, “You can believe that if you want to. But that is never going to change the fact of what your husband is.” My jaw tightened, and I hissed at him, “I know what you’re trying to do.”

Ricardo is right,there was no one she trusts or trusted enough to keep her safe. "I'll just leave you to think about-" "I agree" Natalie cut him off. "Let's get married, tomorrow we'll head to civil affairs and get our marriage license but I have rules." Nat continued Ricardo nodded slowly. When he didn't respond she continued. "You shouldn't reveal our relationship for the next 6 months,on no account should you interfere in my career." Natalie knew who Ricardo Rodriguez is that's why she added the last request,just a call from him will make people do his will.