One Husband Is Enough Novel Novels & Stories

"Did you hear? That mansion's owner dismembered his wife, then locked himself in his bedroom and set himself on fire." "His wife? I heard it was the mistress." "It doesn't matter. He's a total psycho, better off dead…" I turned and met Samuel's worried gaze. I gave him a small smile and turned my hand over until our fingers laced. The shadows of the past were gone. What didn't matter could no longer reach me. All that lay ahead was a bright future.

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

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

Lynette Kensington's rules took effect on the second day of our marriage. "Your monthly spending is capped at 2,000 dollars. For any single purchase over 100 dollars, photograph the receipt and send it to me for approval. It's not that I'm cheap. I'm helping you learn how to budget. You've never had any discipline with money," she claimed. I thought she had a point. So for three years, buying a single jacket meant budgeting for half the month, and replacing a pair of contact lenses meant waiting for her approval. Then, last month, I found a supplementary card statement tucked inside the pocket of her trench coat. The cardholder was Jayden Scott, her Administrative Director. The transact

Hiiiii my angels!!! here’s an hello i’m back again!!! So i’ve just posted a new story “My wife is my secret mistress” and it features the story of a wife with a double life!!!! i think you’ll love it here’s chapter one! MY WIFE IS MY SECRET MISTRESS On our wedding night, my husband pointed a loaded gun at my head on the roof of a forty-story building, and honestly, that pretty much tells you everything you need to know about our dynamic.

“How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?” “That’s none of your business…” “Either way,” Arlington interrupted, his eyes never leaving me. “You’ve been married three years and no children. So, either you weren’t performing your husbandly duties or you have fertility issues. Three years is a long time without planting a seed, isn’t it?” “Remarkably long,” Adam chimed, shaking his head. “You two might think you know me, my relationship with Alice,” I stated, crossing my arms. “But you know nothing. That child is mine and nothing is going to stop me from being a father. Especially not my pathetic friend or my wife’s secret admirer.”

Brian paused for a moment before continuing, "You need to take care of yourself too. It's just one man. There are plenty more out there. You can always replace him if things don't work out." I was a bit surprised by his words, but he did make a good point. Over the past few years of our marriage, I had devoted myself entirely to Anthony, even planning to get in shape to have a child with him. After we got married, he kept using work as an excuse whenever I brought up having a baby. At first, I thought he was indeed busy. It wasn't until I walked into his office and found him kissing Yunice that I realized that he didn't want to start a family with me.

The Café was extremely busy for the next few days. Katherine barely had time to even call Aiden. They would talk in the afternoons on their lunch breaks, but that wasn't enough. They'd only made love once since they came back from the cabin, and it was a quickie while Aiden drove her from work. It was thrilling and unlike anything Kat's ever done. She knew Aiden was spontaneous, and wanted to be kept on his toes. He was nothing like Nile. Her late husband was a bit mundane, and not that she noticed it before, but after she met Aiden she realized her marriage was boring.

After my brother, Don Matteo Sabella, finds out I have a crush on our family Consigliere, Lorenzo Gallo, for years, he spikes Lorenzo's wine and has him delivered to my bed. That night, he pushes deep into me, and we lose ourselves in each other. When the sky begins to lighten, Lorenzo stays, kisses my temple, and asks me to marry him. Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire.

Apparently a maybe-baby could undo a year of marriage and make you the outsider in your own home. The door opened. Damon came in looking worried, eyes scanning the apartment until they found me. "What happened?" he asked. "Are you okay?" I looked at him. At my husband who loved me. Who'd promised to choose me. Who'd spent months proving he meant it. And I didn't know how to explain that I was okay and not okay at the same time. That I was loved and lonely in the same breath. That I was his wife and also somehow not enough wife to matter when his mother talked about the future.