The Husband In Law Novels & Stories

Shortly after we said "I do," the Family sent my husband, Dario, down to the Mexican border. He told me it was a meat grinder down there—cartel territory. where guys were zipped into body bags every day. He said he had to go—to expand the territory, for the glory of the Family. He claimed it was too dangerous and that his enemies would paint a target on my back, so he wouldn't take me with him. I believed him. I stayed behind in his old, rot-infested house in New Jersey, taking care of his bitter, spiteful parents. I spent my days and nights in the Family's moldy laundromat, washing bills stained with blood. He told me he sent every dime he made down there to the widow of a brother who took a bullet for him. He asked me to be understanding. I never complained. Day after day, I pressed expensive suits in that humid laundromat, waiting for him to come home. It wasn't until the eighth year that a mobster came back drunk. When I asked about Dario, he froze, then sneered at me through a haze of alcohol. "Dario? Are you kidding? He’s been a King in Manhattan for years. He’s the youngest Underboss of the Corleone family." I stood frozen, the iron in my hand burning a hole right through a shirt. "And he got married seven years ago. Biggest cathedral in New Jersey. Half the mob was there to toast the groom..." He pulled a crumpled photo from his leather jacket. Snuggled up against my husband was a woman in a high-end couture gown—the very same "poor, widowed sister-in-law" he had told me about. The next day, I contacted a fixer who specialized in fake IDs. On the application for a one-way ticket to Europe—a ticket to vanish off the face of the earth—I filled in the fake name I had prepared long ago. He trapped me for seven years with a sham marriage. From now on, I’d be done with this damn loyalty.

In my previous life, after I got divorced, the court awarded me custody of our newborn son, as he was still nursing. On the other hand, our daughter would live with my ex-husband. I raised my son to be humble and polite. He was admitted to MIT. On the day the results were announced, various media outlets rushed to interview me to ask about my parenting secrets. Meanwhile, my daughter dropped out of school and eloped with a hooligan. She got pregnant before she was even sixteen, becoming a negative example of teenage delinquency. At thirty, she was still sponging off her father, having achieved nothing in life. My ex-husband's dream of having a successful daughter was shattered, much to his shame. He came to confront me at my son's college acceptance party. He insisted that I had passed on bad genes to our daughter, which caused her failure. During the argument, he stabbed me in the chest and then jumped to his death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the courtroom on the day of the child custody ruling. This time, my ex-husband spoke before I could, asking the judge to grant him custody of our son. I immediately realized he too had been reborn.

My father was one of the best scientists in the world, and he was kidnapped. Three days later, they found his corpse by the river. I kept vigil for an entire night. Henry Franke, my husband, pitied me and swore to find the murderer so that he could help me take revenge, but after the funeral, I heard the university student he was sponsoring say, “Henry, I just couldn’t stand Professor Smith insulting me during his lecture, and I wanted to scare him a bit. I wasn’t expecting the kidnappers to kill him. I don’t want to go to jail!” Henry sighed. “You were too impulsive, but Professor Smith was in the wrong too. I’ll get this settled for you, but I suppose Luna won’t get her revenge.” I felt my mind go blank in shock, but I suppressed my rage and left quietly. What Henry did not know was that the medicine that could help him stand again had eight doses. The first seven were all slow-acting toxins, and only the last one was the antidote that could truly cure him. However, they had killed the only person who could create the antidote.

CAUTION: Be ready for shameless pleasure that never stops. This story is a violation of moral, not for the faint hearted. A glance is enough to make you cum.

Melody Nolan was the proud heiress to the wealthy Nolan family. Why would she bow down to a man who already had another woman in his heart?The first thing she did upon regaining her memory was to get a divorce.In the city of Bayridge, it was common knowledge that the wealthy Christopher Bolton married a girl from the slums who was known for her greedy and materialistic nature. Yet one day, they divorced. Everyone said, "It must be a scheme to get more money!" Christopher said, "In three days, she'll come crawling back." Contrary to everyone’s expectations, the girl returned to the Nolan family and became an heiress who wouldn't spare him a glance. She revealed her hidden talents as a hacker, a top-notch doctor, and the nation's top designer—everything Christopher had been looking for. It was then he discovered the truth... Upon reuniting on a rooftop terrace during a business banquet, he pinned her against the cold railing. Tears flooding his eyes, he knelt reverently before her and begged, "Mel, I'm willing to be a substitute. Will you allow me to stay by your side?"

Ever since her family went bankrupt, work is all Florence does to help out at home. But when she meets Scott Lee, a rich and handsome CEO, everything changes. Although gentle and romantic, Scott doesn’t believe in marriage. But when his grandfather warns him of the need to have an heir to carry on their legacy, Scott gets worried about the company falling into the wrong hands. Unable to stay away from Florence, he thinks the only way he can agree to his grandpa’s plan is if he marries her and proposes a deal: get married for the sake of their families and divorce after he gets the company. Florence accepts but falling in love wasn’t in the script. Now, she needs to control her feelings while pretending to be the perfect wife and remain safe as Scott’s enemies go after her. *** “I want you to go on a date with me.” “Why me?” “What kind of question is that? Why you? Why not you?” Falling for my Fake Husband is created by Rafaella Dutra, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

When Delia finds out she’s pregnant she’s so excited but her world is shattered when she finds out her husband’s having an affair with his secretary who also claims to be pregnant. Delia demands a divorce and leaves before Thomas can change her mind.

Julian's world was shattered the night she planned to share the joyous news of her pregnancy with her husband. Instead, he blindsided her with divorce papers and a heartless rejection. "You can go to hell with whatever good news you have to say." Devastated, Julian signed the papers and vanished from his life, vowing never to return. But the web of fate gets entangled. When her life and that of her unborn child hang in the balance, the last person she wants to turn to is her ruthless ex-husband. Yet, he's the only one who can save them. His proposition is laced with a mix of desperation and guilt. "Keep your hatred aside, Julian. Come back to me. I can save you and our baby." Julian seizes the opportunity but on her terms. "Fine but this time, I will call the shots and make the rules "

** "Why did your feelings suddenly change?" Xander asked me looking completely lost. There was no way I could say it was because if I stayed with him, I might die. His cold eyes were piercing through me but it didn't make me fret. I averted my eyes knowing my next reply was a big lie. "I love someone else now, and I can't stand you anymore. Since we would be together for two months, our parents' promise will be honoured." Then he froze unable to believe my words. **** Karis was in an arranged marriage to Xander, a cold-hearted billionaire who stood on the Pinnacle of the business for years. Karis's entire life revolved around Xander. She loved him for years and did her best to save their marriage, abandoning everything she loved or cared for just to please him, but Xander never reciprocated her feelings. She thought if they could finally have a child, he would love her back, but that was just her delusion. Xander never loved her and betrayed her by cheating on Karis with her step-sister Emma, leaving Karis devasted and leading to her death. Luckily, fate smiled at Karis, and she was given a second chance to redo it. This time, she wants nothing to do with her heartless husband and just wants to focus on living the best life, but why does Xander keep on pestering her life? Will Karis give Xander a second chance or end up with his rival Skyler who picked interest in her? Why does Xander keep on pestering her in this life despite ruthlessly betraying her before? Are there secrets to be unravelled? Why don't you find out in this intriguing story of love and betrayal and watch things unravel?

On a public holiday, I took Henry's mom, Johanna, to a new salon at Vanderbilt Court for a makeover. Halfway through, she suddenly cried out. I rushed over—burnt smell hit me hard. I yanked the machine off her head. Too late. Her hair was fried. Blisters spread across her scalp. I called the salon manager. She barely looked at us, lips curling. "What a hassle. If you can't afford luxury, don't pretend. I won't charge you. Now get out." I pointed at her. "You burned my mother-in-law. You're paying for her treatment and taking her to the hospital. Or I report this." Her brows shot up. Hands on her hips. "Oh, so now you're faking injuries for money? You even broke our premium equipment. You owe me a hundred grand today. And just so you know—this whole mall? My husband owns it. Pay up, or I'll make you." My heart stuttered. Vanderbilt Court... Johanna had just bought it and handed it to Henry. And he really had a side chick right under our noses.