Taking A Perfect Husband Home Novels & Stories

They are bunch of vile animals trying to take everything from my family. I was forced to marry Antonella and then we were forced to have a daughter together. Her father has been on our case for a son, but Antonella and I both shot that down. Plus she has that weird affair with her business partner. I check out what the people are saying online. God it isn’t good. ‘So called perfect couple and the husband couldn’t even be bothered to visit his wife in hospital...’ ‘Maybe he’s taking care of their daughter?’ ‘Oh taking care of their daughter? Then where are her parents? Or his? Can’t they take care of their daughter so he can see his daughter?’

On our wedding night, the System had announced my successful completion of the mission and presented me with an invitation to leave this world. Over the years spent trying to win Caspian over, I had said a lot of romantic words. But somewhere along the way, those words became laced with genuine affection. I had agonized over the decision all night. Half-drunk in the middle of the night, I finally gathered the courage to tell him. "The truth is… I'm just a passing traveler in your life. Someday, you'll meet your true female lead, who's elegant, graceful, and understanding… someone who's far better than me."

My Perfect Abrupt Marriage Chapter 2 “Ma, I’m home!,” I called out to my one and only Mother, who peeked from the kitchen and nodded at me. I took off my slippers, heading inside. The breakfast she was cooking tempted me into wanting to take a taste but since it hasn’t been cooked, I stopped myself. “Dear, where were you off to last night?” She warmly smiled at me, intending to hug me to which I gave her one with a kiss on her cheek. “I was waiting for you, but you didn’t come.”

We both laughed and he hugged me tightly as if his lige is depend on me. As we broke the hug we saw Ivan came inside the room with a smily face. "Xavier it's time to go....!!!" I nodded. "Come son, Let's welcome you beautiful Bride....!!!" Grandpa said as we all three excited the room For the Church hall where the wedding is going to be done. To be continued......... A/P “A great marriage is not when the ‘perfect couple’ comes together. It is when an imperfect couple learns to enjoy their differences.”

Insurance. Half an hour later Hunter was desperate. I was jumping and drooling, yelling things like How My Pony dances! I tied him to my bed and wouldn't let him go! In addition to other obscenities that I couldn't help but blurt out to see him move. That man was perfect. There had to be someone who looked like him. That was going to be my husband. I knew it. I imagined myself next to him at the altar, holding his hand. Too bad he was already married. We were the perfect couple.

I smile lightly. I love Mira but it is not everything in my marriage I tell her. We continued to chit chat about other things and then had some work done. When it was 4pm Flynn sent me a text saying he was at the gate. "Gotta go girl...I'll see you tomorrow" I tell Mira "Mr. Perfect is here already"she says rolling her eyes. "Miraaa...I told you to be nice to him,he is my husband,you have to accept him" I say with a tired sigh.

For the 18th time, Tyra Stone calls off our wedding because I'm a beat too slow during the vows. She looks at me with utter disappointment. "You know I'm a perfectionist. Why can't you follow the wedding schedule exactly? If you can't keep up next time either, maybe you should just let your best friend marry me instead." My so-called best friend, Jeremiah Young, is known for being obsessively punctual. For some reason, Tyra has made him the standard I'm expected to meet. If I come downstairs a minute later than he does after work, she will drive off with him without looking back. If I arrive at the restaurant half a step after him on Valentine's Day, she will give him the candlelit dinne

Asher was the only one she ever loved, and she never thought about anyone else. "Exactly, don't forget that I am your husband and you are my wife. I didn't go out and sleep my way with the female population of Nepolis because I am your husband. It doesn't have anything to do with someone who chooses their career over me" he replied with a hint of anger. He never raised his voice on her before. This is the first time. Aria's hands slipped down from his face and she took a step back.

“You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?” Hearing her concern, I froze for a moment. Marco really did have an overwhelming possessiveness toward me. We grew up together. The Vitale family was always busy with mafia affairs, and the previous Don raised Marco by his side. However, no matter how chaotic things got, Marco always made time to see me. As I was a light sleeper by nature, he searched the entire world for bedding, personally testing everything just to

Down below, a couple walked hand in hand, laughing as if the world couldn’t touch them. Andrea’s throat tightened. “I used to laugh like that,” she muttered, swirling the wine in her glass. “Didn’t I?” She stood up, the chair sliding against the floor with a screech louder than she intended. She walked toward the window and pressed her palm against the glass, her reflection staring back at her. Smooth hair. Impeccable skin. Classy outfit. Perfect posture. A perfect wife. But her eyes—her eyes looked tired. Lonely.