The Husband In Law Novels & Stories

His eyes drifted to my belly. "You need to take responsibility for this, Adam," I said, looking him in the eye. "You have to marry me." His lips parted. For a second, I got distracted with his red lips. Damn. I knew how good those lips were. "You're insane, Claire. How could you think of marriage when we don't even know each other?" I just arched my brow. "But you got me pregnant. You need to take responsibility for this." He let out another curse, then tilted his head upward. He looked at the night sky for a few minutes. I saw how his Adam's apple moved. "Fine. I'll father your child," he said, meeting my eyes. "But I won't marry you."

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

For some reason that got Law's right hand men to start grumbling and his brother to breaking into laughter and I remembered Law saying something about holding the priest hostage. Someone ran off to get him while I cooled my heels and tried not to let my inner feelings show. If one more fuck goes wrong today I'ma shed blood no fucking joke. I better never tell her that on her wedding day her man was plotting murder in his fucking head instead of looking forward to the exchange of vows. As far was I was concerned she became my wife when I got her blood on my cock, that's good enough for me. But from her reaction just now, the whole ceremony thing meant more to her.

I couldn't read anything from him while waiting for what I'm about to say. "The man you own as your husband is my real husband. I'm the legal wife!" I firmly said. She furrowed her brows and walked towards me. "What did you say?!" she said shakily. "You heard it right? His real name was Hezekiah Leric Grant! And I am his legal wife!" Shock registered on her face, lips quivered so bad. Her knees suddenly weakened. Her eyes pooled with tears as she tried to catch her breath while holding her chest.

Her mind could not stop flashing the sight of her father in blood. 'Did dad do this? Fake alarm? Why would he do this? He isn't a criminal and I have never seen a gun in his hand and cupboard. There were only chocolates for us. It can't be. It could be Bianca and her father. But I don't see any reason after her wedding to that horrible man. She almost spoiled my married life. I still don't know. How did my husband manage this? Isn't The Law important for him? Can he do anything? Though, he has proved it. Everything still seems impossible to me but when I look back. My husband creates his own law.'

" I want to take my wife out for lunch then she'll accompany me, to get a gift for my mother in law. Oh and one last thing( he holds up his finger), I'll drop her off." " Would you stop mentioning that whole 'wife' and ' in law ' thing, it's creeping me out." I shudder, shaking my head. " Need I remind you that we are actually married?" He challenges with a raised brow. " Only on paper." I correct him. " Yeah well, still....." He grumbles, glancing away from me.

I smiled at the man, hoping that would help make my words a little bit less awkward. That worked because the man beamed at me hard, doing his best to hold back his laughter. “Well, I think it is only proper that I allow your husband to do the honor then.” He said and faced Blake. Blake shook his head with a tired look on his face and said, “Helen, meet my lawyer, Malik Brown. Malik, meet my wife, Helen Robinson.” “Oh, my! You are his lawyer? It is such a pleasure meeting you.” I said.

"Don't be scared. I won't confront anyone neither will I do anything that you don't want. I give you my word." She watched me for a while and I figured out she was contemplating on whether to believe me. Finally she spoke up, "It's my husband who did this." So she was married, I thought and for some reason I felt a prick. "He will always beat me up." She slowly began to narrate everything that happened to her and how she ended up with him. "What's your husband's name?" “Kian Lawley— I was shocked which wasn't expected, I had heard a lot about him but never have I thought he would be someone who tortures his wife and makes out with her best friend.

"But you are with a man; you could have let me figure things out." "Is there a law that says if I'm with a man, I should let him figure things out?" She asked. He nodded, "Yes, there is—the one that recognizes me as your husband." She sighed, "You just keep bringing up this husband stuff." "Listen, Mel, there's something I need to explain to you. You've not been married before, and neither have I, but I do know how a marriage works.

The priest was looking at me expectantly and I could feel everyone's gaze on my back. "Huh?" I asked, confused. "Do you take Dalton Miller as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this clay forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?" the priest repeated.