Novel Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I’ll never do that. I'm your husband and you're my wife now." "Shut up! That's disgusting!" Caraline felt her heart racing. "You're driving me almost crazy!"

It was close to dinner, and I had yet to see the man who was supposed to be my husband. I was trying to decide whether he was a workaholic or was just avoiding me since he knew I was supposed to be here today, seeing as he was the one who sent the movers. After that delicious lunch I had in the kitchen with Lorenzo, I came back to my room, and I have been here ever since, with my only companion being my phone, which I was already getting bored with.

“Hubby, c-could he be that brat’s husband? The one surnamed York.” Abigail whispered to her husband. They only found out from the villagers that Serenity was married. They had not seen Serenity's husband before. The villagers had told them that Serenity’s husband was really good-looking but looked like he had a bad personality. His gaze was as piercing as a knife and it made him seem like a bad person. He was not involved with the mafia, was he? When Abigail thought of this, she quickly grabbed her husband’s arm and hid behind him.

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

I couldn't help but laugh. So, this was his so-called true love. They had not even been married that long and were already fighting each other. Who knew how long this love of his would last? Today, it was one slap. What about tomorrow? The day after? I was actually looking forward to it. When Regina came by later, she brought along a bottle of red wine. "Try this. It's this year's new product from the vineyard." We sat on the sofa and sipped on wine while going through financial reports. I had never felt better. Leaving that trash of a man behind, I lived every day in style and confidence. It was so much better than being a bitter, resentful wife at home.

“I have to go. “ I declare “I will see you later. “ I head to the office where the new partner is waiting for me. Dominic goes to his father. We finish a few hours later, and we have dinner with the business partners. I make sure I sit as far away as possible from Dominic and it almost looks like we don’t even talk to each other. When the dinner ends, my driver takes me to the manor. I go into the house. Most of the servants have already gone to sleep so I am met only by the butler. “Good evening, Madam, “ he greets, “How was the trip? “ “Good, thank you. Is my husband here by any chance? “ “Certainly, “ He tips his head politely, “Would you like me to announce you are here, or ...” “Oh, no

Blurb: My husband of two years tells me he wants an open marriage. I'm stunned. I'm hurt. And I'm livid. I don't want to be married to a man that wants to open our bed to other people. But then I get a flat tire in the pouring rain and a sexy-as-hell gentleman helps me out. My husband is in the game, so one look at the skull ring on this gentleman's left hand tells me exactly who he is. The Skull King.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. THE MAFIA EMPEROR - Book Two Excitement blasted through my veins as I stepped into my husband's house. Our new home! I always wanted to be in New York before my wedding. But when I got married to him, I thought all my dreams would end in ashes. But he changed my thoughts and brought happiness to my life. There was no regret in my life now. It was only us. & Happiness! He folded his strong fingers around my hand and stepped into our room. The room was huge but different from our house in Hyderabad. It was a giant room and its walls were filled with his childhood memories. My eyes rested on a cute

“She’s a hot piece of ass, then?” “Yes. And she’s married.” His eyes shifted to the woman in purple, and he chuckled. “Now that’s my brother. I knew there was something missing in this story. You’re the biggest jackass I know, so now it all makes sense. And the husband has no idea?” I shook my head. “I don’t care if he finds out.” “Only more fun that way.” “She says he’s a really powerful guy, and you know me, that makes me want to piss him off even more.”