Odyssey Sims Husband Novels & Stories

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

One day, Alexander waited outside my apartment all night. At daybreak, he saw me step out with Zane. As Zane helped me to adjust my collar, his touch was intimate and natural. Alexander rushed over and grabbed my hand. His eyes were bloodshot while he said in a low and pleading voice, “Eve, please… give me one more chance.” Zane pulled his hands away and stepped in front of me. “Mr. Elrod, have some self-respect. Evelyn’s my fiancee now.”

“You worry a lot, Simon! We just need to wait for our plan to materialize eventually. A brief halt in the journey isn’t the end. They can bask in the glow of their small success over my name.” “And what about Isla? Are you sure you want to marry her?” Simon raised an eyebrow. “I am uncertain about the institution of marriage. Let’s see how it goes! She is a good standby to take to the parties and charities.” Aries chuckled. “Asshole!” Simon shook his head. Aries gave him a wink before his focus shifted to his ringing phone. He cleared his throat before answering and gestured for Simon to leave. Just as Simon was about to leave, the intercom rang, and he answered it. “Okay, send him in!”

Her voice held a blend of teasing and affectionate familiarity. Asher, unable to hide his amusement, responded with a sly smile. "Well, maybe... or maybe not," he replied, deliberately keeping the air of mystery alive, reveling in the banter with Olivia. As the conversation shifted, Olivia's inquisitive nature led her to inquire about Damon and his wife. Her voice carried genuine interest as she asked, "How are Damon and his wife? Everything going well for them? I imagine they must be incredibly happy now that they're married."

She gave us a fond smile like she could tell we were newlyweds, then turned around to disappear quietly below deck, leaving us to the privacy of the sweet dark night and the swish sounds of the ocean beneath and around the boat. I nuzzled into Neil’s chest, pushing his white cruise shirt down the sides of his torso to give me more of his warmth. He squeezed my ass in his hand through the transparent fabric of my tiny white cruise dress and nibbled on my ear. “We’re supposed to be looking at the views.” He chuckled. I placed a kiss on his chest, curling more into him. “The view of you is enough for me, husband.” I gazed up at him only to see his eyes staring down at me with rumbling sexual de

I chuckled coldly and replied, "Even if I have lost my mind, I was driven to it by you two adulterers. Anna, are you so eager to have me thrown out because you're feeling guilty?" Hearing this, she just stared at me for a long moment before suddenly letting out a light laugh. Then, she took the microphone from the emcee and spoke loudly to the audience below the stage. "I'm sorry, everyone, this is my husband. He has developed a severe case of delusional disorder due to the thesis plagiarism incident. Mr. Tanner is aware of his condition, which is why he was suspended and sent home to rest." Mr. Tanner immediately chimed in, "That's right. I've seen Mr. Huffman's medical records. It's clear

MATURE CONTENT 18++ READ ON YOUR OWN RISK. After saying that he hovered on me and started to kiss my neck biting, sucking, licking... due to his touch and this cold.. I felt I need him.. how ever he is my husband I need to give him myself one day... but still I am afraid of pain.. so I tried to push him and struggled to free myself.. hayden: " why are you now pushing me.. you only said right we are married.. even if my name is different.. we are married by our heart and soul.. so you have do your duty right.. "

“Odell, I have no idea that he liked me before. I thought he was just some art lover. I only found out about his feelings for me recently. He bought a lot of Simon’s work because of me and even invested in several projects of the association. I don’t want to owe him anything.” Odell’s frosty look warmed up a little upon hearing her explanation, but he was still unhappy about it. “Then, how are you planning to talk to him?” “I’ll make it clear.” “What if he still decides to drink after you make it clear? Are you planning to let it go on?” Odell narrowed his eyes. “Of course, not. We’re married. I’ll never have any other thoughts about other men.” She knew where to draw the lines. Odell wore a

“I made a mistake once which I regret. Take me back and let’s live happily ever after together.” “Happily ever after? I’m married to Salvatore. Isn't that against the law? Bigamy.” I try my best to articulate noticing his switch change in behavior to avoid another hitting incident. Simon has lost his senses and to survive in one piece I have to deal with him wisely until I escape that I’m growing impatient. With each passing day my hopes plummet. Maybe Salvatore wouldn’t bother to search for long, besides the true nature of our marriage isn’t real companionship. Everyday a flicker of hope extinguishes and creates doubts.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.