The Husband Clause Novels & Stories

“This is great news, let’s focus on this, shall we?” “What reasons! That's a nonsense excuse !” Philip argues. “But the baby will not be born from a legitimate union, “ Aunt Betty goes on. She’s always been very traditional and I never minded, but right now, that pisses me off. “We can…” I begin but Dominic declares. “We are already married. “ And that's the bomb of the evening. “WHAT?” “MARRIED? WHEN?” “I insist on a real wedding!” Philip declares, and no arguing is allowed. And as expected - we agree to have one.

Her eyes met Claus’s penetrating gaze in the mirror as she gulped. “Look, even power can not get you away from me, from us,” her chest tightened. “You might be the Queen, but remember Hazel,” Claus leaned down as she took her ear between his teeth and bit down hard making her wince, “At the end of the day, you have five husbands to satisfy,” She twisted around, looking over her shoulder. Still, behind her, Claus reached for her dress and tore it apart with a loud tear before circling his hand between her thighs. She bit her lips when his wrist brushed against her swollen clit.

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

My fingers curled into fists at my side, and i was just about to start firing back a text at her, when a throat cleared behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see my large, husband with his hands crossed over his chest, "I don't have all day sweetheart." At that moment, everything clicked. I needed a husband to maintain the lie that everyone now knew about and here was a man I was legally married to. I hadn't been to church since the humiliating day of my marriage, but it felt like God was smiling down at me. I shifted a sly glance at Jeanne, who gave me back a confused look.

The next few clauses outlined our public appearances, financial arrangements, and— I stopped, my stomach flipping as I read the next part. Clause 7: The husband and wife will maintain separate living spaces within the marital home. I blinked. “We’re going to live together?” Damien nodded. “It’s necessary. The press will be watching, and it wouldn’t make sense for a married couple to live apart.” My heart raced. “This wasn’t part of the plan.” “This was always the plan,” he corrected smoothly. “You didn’t think we’d fake a marriage while living in separate states, did you?”

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.

He stood up sharply, his gaze piercing. “You don’t need to worry about your mother,” he said firmly. “And I do have the right to forbid you—because I’m your husband.” He sat back down, poured himself a glass of water, and took a slow sip. Those last words—I’m your husband—hit Isabella harder than she expected. Her heart gave a strange, uneasy flutter. ‘But… isn’t this marriage only temporary?’ she thought bitterly. Then why did those words sound so real? “But, Max… aren’t we—”

He growled, and I swallowed hard, casting my mind to the set of rules I made. “To explain, either in person or call twenty-four hours to the time.” I recited slowly, whining as I finished. “And did you fulfill any of the clauses there?” He asked, his voice a deadly calm, but I knew better, so hurriedly, I shook my head. “I need your words, Anna. Did you do as was stated?” "No," I replied. “It was an emergency; I had to go.. I had to..” “I don’t give a fuck what was going on. I don’t care if we were fighting or arguing, but I am your husband, Anna, and I deserve to know if my wife had flown across the country. A wife who is still recovering!”

Emma shook her head. "Clause 7." "Oh, finally the interesting parts," Clara said. "The husband, Mr. Rowland Montero, retains the right to maintain and engage in romantic or sexual relationships outside this marriage. The wife agrees never to complain publicly or otherwise, never to take any legal action against her husband and never to engage in jealousy under such circumstances." Emma's mouth gaped open in disbelief. "You expect me to sign this humiliation? To voluntarily accept that you can have others while am bound to you?"

Financial Responsibility: All living expenses, medical care, and necessities will be fully covered by the husband. No financial claims beyond agreed support will be permitted. Non-Disclosure: The wife shall not investigate, disclose, or question the husband’s business, wealth, or identity beyond what is voluntarily revealed. No Emotional Obligation: This marriage is contractual only. No expectations of affection, loyalty beyond the contract, or emotional dependency. Termination Clause: Breach of contract results in immediate termination with no compensation beyond what has already been provided.