The Art Of Taming His Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

Riya replied blushing and Arthur nodded his head smiling. "This is what I wanted... To see you smiling like this. I wish to give you the world to you if you wanted. But, You only wanted Damon and now, you finally have him." Arthur said and Riya looked at Damon who took a spoon full of his food. "Well... Yeah. I married to the greatest Man in the world. I love him so much." Riya said smiling looking lovingly at Damon while Thomas took a deep breath looking at them both knowing very well how little his Son cares about his wife.

“You should keep this money yourself. Let me stay here for a few days, and I’ll look for a job once I’ve familiarised myself with the surrounding area. When that happens, you and I can be together again.” Roxanne had anticipated that Calvin would not be so easy to get rid of, and she sighed. “Calvin, you were in prison for so many years. I couldn’t have remained single forever. I’m married now. It’s not that I don’t want to take you in, but I simply cannot do that.” “Oh, you’re married? What does your husband do?” Calvin intentionally pretended to be curious. “My husband is a sculptor. I only dared let you into the house because he’s out of the country on business, and won’t be home for a wh

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.

“Thank you. No one has ever defended me like that before.” He chuckles. “I did the same when that fucker tried to kiss you in Jasper’s club.” My eyes widened. “Oh, yeah. Shit, I forgot about that,” I say, then I sigh and reach out to stroke his stubbled cheek. “My hero.” “Damn fucking right. No one insults my wife,” he says, then gets to his feet and kisses my forehead. “We can go if you want?” I shake my head. “I won’t allow unimportant people to ruin my evening with my husband. You planned this whole day for me. They’re just flies that needed to be let out.”

“Soft browns, some shimmer, nothing too intense. Romantic eyes, Aspen. He’s going to be looking at you all night. You need to captivate him.” I groaned, leaning against the vanity. “Clear… I’m not trying to captivate him.” “Oh, hush,” she said, ignoring me. “He’s your husband . He’s impossible, infuriating, romantic… all at once. This is your moment to shine. A little mascara, just enough to make your lashes flutter… perfect. Look at that. Stunning.”

"Nonsense! He has everything he needs. A successful career, wealth, and a wife who has stood by him! He can't let the ghosts of the past ruin our family again! Cindy was there for him all this time!” The opulent surroundings of the bedroom seemed to absorb the tension between the couple. Her husband, though aware of his wife's penchant for manipulation, tries to talk to her in a calm way. "I just want our family to be happy," he admitted, his gaze fixed on the lavish tapestry that adorned the bedroom wall.

Seeing the frown on his face, Camellia added, "But Ashley spent so many hours and effort on restoring that painting. She must be so sad." At her words, Vincent picked up a steel whip and flogged me with it. "I love my wife more than anything in this world, so how dare you try to upset her?" The whip thrashed against my skin, tearing it into an open wound. He didn't hold back at all, striking with such brutal force that I could hear his teeth grinding. "My wife put her heart and soul into that painting, and you went and tore it to shreds just like that? You love destruction, don't you? Well, I'll show you what destruction is."

When she tried to push him off again, he moved fast, pinning her firmly against the kitchen island. Gildeon pulled back just enough to catch his breath. His hands spread wide on the bar top, his gaze locked onto hers. “You are my possession, Arah,” he rasped, his voice deep and authoritative. “Yes, I’m going to control you.” Her face quivered. “You’re a cold, heartless asshole!” she spat through clenched teeth, her fingers knotted in his shirt, clutching it as if to anchor herself. He tipped his head, his fingers pressing hard into the bar top. “Maybe I am,” he said darkly. “But I’m still your husband, Araheen.”

he growled in a commanding voice. Why does his fluffiness vanish on the very day we are going outside? Yesterday, Tyler’s the ultimate teddy bear husband. Now…now he’s acting more of a feral wolf, an intimidating shifter. Biting my lower lip, I step towards him. We are only an inch away now. He’s so fucking tall. And with his broad shoulders, I know he can smash me anytime in the wall, in the bed, or even by just standing in front of each other. “Why do you look scared? I’m your husband, remember?” he asked, eyes softening while lowering his gaze from my eyes, to my lips, and back to my eyes again.

He stared at it and then looked into my eyes. He nodded slowly but I could see the amusement in his features. I stood up and walked hardly two steps when he pulled me down and I landed on his lap. "My Gem. You look so cute in an angry state. I realised my wife runs a great Hormones production company during her menstruation cycle. Calm down, Love. Why are we talking about the future? Let's talk about us only. Hmm. Come on, don't sulk now. You hubby needs your pampering, my Love." He nuzzled my neck. Such a manipulating Anaconda!