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The Perfect Husband #57 In Rivercity,Helena shook her head looking at her husband. “Why would he go to that man?” “That man is his father.” “That man is the devil himself!” “Helly-“ “No! Adrian should know better than that. He shouldn’t want anything to do with that man and his million kids.” “If he could forgive you, why shouldn’t he try and work things out with his father?” “Because that man is the reason for me leaving! Adrian witnessed the abuse I endured because of that man. Every single day!” Her voice shook. “He can’t have us both.”

Christian Blackwood, the president of the hellhound MC is right behind me,his body is pressed against me in an immoral way and his hot breath was on my neck. My breathing hinges as I close my legs and he slowly slides his other hands down my waist . I closed my eyes waiting for the worst possible thing to happen to me, I have heard ruthless things about him mostly from my husband and how he goes for his prey. I guess my husband had offended him and he killed him and now he was here to take me with him. Christian lowered his breaths to my neck and that directly sent chills to my body. He slowly slid my hair to the side and I jumped back to consciousness to remember that I was pressed Christia

The journey continues, and I promise I will not leave you waiting long. My next book is already on the app- PUNISHED BY HUSBAND, FORCED BY BIKER DADDIES . I am pouring everything into it — new voices, deeper silences, and perhaps a few answers to the questions this one raised. BLURB- My husband thought cheating would break me but he was wrong. I let him keep his lover… and took his pack and three alpha bikers wolves bound by loyalty and blood… and me... their human mate with a hunger for revenge.

Hey my loves, This is one of the latest stories I’m working on, and I’m honestly obsessed with what I've come up with for "Trading My Cheating Husband For My Best Friend’s Husband". This is going to be filled with chaos, sexual tension, twists, drama and lots of sprinklings of heartbreak and revenge. Katrina is done being the quiet, overlooked wife… and Christian? He’s the one man who finally sees her, claims her, and calls her his needy little Kitten, like it’s the sweetest wine on his lips.

Chapter 4 Stranger From Last Night. Lyla Atelo. The last twenty four hours lay heavily on me. I was emotionally drained of everything. I had cheated on my husband. I didn't even wait to hear his explanations before doing something so stupid. A steaming cup of coffee was pushed in front of me, and I lifted my gaze to stare at my husband. Did he even consider me as his wife? Were we going to get divorced? What would my good-for-nothing family say if that happened?

His face broke out in a smile as he reached out to touch me, but I took a step back before his hand could reach my face. “And if I do? It doesn't change the fact that you are no one to me.” I leaned in closer to complete, “No. Fucking. One.” “Nova, you know that's not right. I'm your husband!” He argued, sounding desperate. “We…” “Husband?” I scoffed at that, folding my arms. “Last I checked, you were nothing but a fucking devil! A murderer!” Seeing him made me recall that dark day. Had I not escaped when I did, I would have died. All because of his greed!

“I’m not a good person, so I dare to own up to the things I’ve done. What about you? You’re such a sc*m, yet you still want to make yourself look good. At this point, do you still think you weren’t in the wrong at all and that we were the ones at fault instead? Were we the ones who told you to hide Sarah? Did we make you climb into Sarah’s bed and get her pregnant?” Chester scoffed. “If I were to get married one day, I’d tell the woman not to fall in love with me or expect that I’d be faithful. I’d definitely have mistresses, so she shouldn’t get married to me if she couldn’t take it. You, on the other hand, are different from me. You’re a sc*m, yet you lie to your wife, saying you’re a good

- I again gulped my saliva . I hope he won't embarrass me infront of the whole class . I turned to see that my friends were worried too . Whatever .I took it over myself . Even if he is my husband I don't want him to treat me differently .I would appreciate it if he seperate our personal and professional life differently . I grabbed my textbook and slowly walked towards him squeezing the poor book in my hands . " So you finished reading right "- I nodded slowly, not meeting his eyes . " Tell me what did you read .?"- He asked .His voice is slow and soft .

My college classmate, Dewey Watson, had become a lawyer. When the call connected, I could hear my own voice trembling. "Hello? Is this Mr. Watson? This is Madeline Shaw. I'd like to ask if a husband cheats during marriage, fabricates debts, and conspires with a third party to defraud his wife, how many years could he face? "Also, if he used eight years of his wife's income to repay fake debts without her knowledge, can that money be recovered?"

She paused, then added, "The kitchen is making your favorite fish and chips tonight. I'll have dinner with you, so make sure you come downstairs." "Got it." I left the study with her blazer over my shoulders. But as I passed the hallway, I took it off and casually draped it over the railing. When I returned to my room, my phone lit up with a screenshot of a wire transfer from my mother-in-law, Evelyn Sinclair. It was a cool 100 million dollars. Right after, she sent another text message. "Does my foolish daughter still think she's being considerate? And that she's the ultimate catch for a wife?"