My Secretly Hot Husband Novels & Stories

Bid bye to him, took leave to Kapoor's mansion. I lay on the bed thinking about him. Yesterday night was the best night for us. I can't forget in my life. Past few days became very good to both of us because my husband started sneaking in my room every night without anyone's notice, making me feel loved. He is being best husband and father in the world. I missed being with him. "Aaru, I don't like this we meeting secretly," I said hugging him tightly. "Even me too but don't worry everything will be fine," He said kissing my forehead.

I said it before and I would never stop saying it—I would never, EVER get tired of Meadow Russell. No. Meadow Ashford. This woman was my wife. She belonged to me, and I was going to do everything in my power to keep her with me—even if that meant keeping a few secrets from her. “Alaric…” she moaned, pulling my head down until my lips met hers again. Our kiss was feverish, laced with emotions. So many words that I wanted to say but couldn’t. And I knew I wasn’t the only one. I knew Meadow had secrets too—granted, they were secrets I already knew, but to her, they were still just secrets.

But all I could see was my husband--Lucien Volkov was having sex with his secretary on his office desk, his secretary's hands were around his shoulders, her soft moans filling the audio like a mocking soundtrack. His voice, his familiar voice, the same voice that once whispered “I love you” into my neck at night, was grunting in pleasure, praising her, touching her the way he used to touch me. His face was buried in her neck, just the way he knew I loved and his fingers held her waist like she was something precious, like she was something he wanted to keep forever. I felt my chest tighten hurtfully that it almost knocked the breath out of me. My lips parted, trembling and my throat burned.

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW. My heart pounds with each step I make; my feet pulling me towards the large door, before I lock it. For a moment, I stand still against it, my back to my husband as I inhale deep breaths. “If it’s too much…..you may leave, Summer.” He says, causing me to flinch before I can stop myself. I flip around then, and fully take him in while questions thunder in my mind. My husband stands before me, eyes filled with secrets I wasn’t sure if I wanted to uncover, know… or wish he’d keep hidden from the public eye.

“He inherited Valenrose Suites from his family, but he built it into the empire it is today. Then, Valenrose was just a normal hotel—just a 2-star hotel—but he turned it into what it is today, making it a five-star hotel. He doesn’t attend social functions unless absolutely necessary. Even when he attends one, he goes alone. No female companions. He doesn’t entertain rumors, and he hates incompetence.” She blinked. “How do you know all that?” I smiled, lowering my gaze. “People talk. If you listen long enough, you learn things.” But that wasn’t the truth. Not really. The truth was something I had never told anyone here. Not even her. The truth was… He’s my husband. Yes, he is mine. The husba

"Landon is my husband, so if you’re looking for him, you’re looking for me!" Emma declared with fierce determination. As Emma spoke, the elevator doors behind her opened slowly. Landon, standing in the elevator, overheard what she said, and a deep smile spread across his face. "Emma, you go on up," Landon said calmly. "I’ll have a word with them." Emma glanced at Landon, then turned to Mary and said, "I’ll have you know that Landon is my husband. If you try to mess with him, you’ll have to deal with me!

“That’s cheating. You didn’t tell me the place we are going to. How am I supposed to know the one place I wanted to go that you have in mind, and how did you know about the one place I wanted to go?” “Wifey, have you forgotten I am your best friend? I’m Vold.” She smiled, “Oh! If I knew Vold would become my husband, I wouldn’t have told you all my secrets.” He pulled her closer, “I’m glad I know most of your secrets, and I am looking forward to know every bit of details about you. You know I love you, wifey.” “I love you, too, hubby.”

“Yes, fuckkkk… I couldn’t stay away.” Hawthorne’s dirty talk went deeper, laced with emotion that made her chest tight even as her body burned. “You love him, don’t you? Your husband. Yet here you are, bent over for me, dripping down your thighs. Does he know his wife cums harder on her professor’s cock than she ever has in his bed?” “No,” she gasped, pushing back on his fingers. “He doesn’t know I need this. Need you.” He curled his fingers against her G-spot and bit down gently on her shoulder. “Good. Keep it that way. This is our secret. But tonight I’m going to remind you exactly who owns this pussy before you go back to playing the faithful wife.”

Emma paused the video and stared at her husband's face frozen on the screen. He looked terrified. Not guilty. Not angry. Terrified. That realization unsettled her more than anything else. For two days, she'd convinced herself that Daniel was living a secret life with another woman and child. The evidence certainly pointed that way. But now... Now something wasn't adding up. A man having an affair didn't usually look like that. A cheating husband didn't talk about people dying if the truth came out. There was something much bigger hidden beneath the surface. Something dangerous.

This was obviously all Damian's doing! "Do you know him, Ms. Spencer?" Sheldon suddenly asked, completely confused. He narrowed his eyes at her. Before Christine could answer him, another voice appeared, sounding spiteful, condescending, and dripping with sarcasm. It was Lacey. "Let me introduce him to you, Mr. Hoover," she said. "This man here is Damian Luther, a poor country bumpkin who's working as a security guard at Spencer Corporation. "Oh, and he's also Ms. Spencer's nominal husband. He's always very haughty and aggressive from day to day!"