The Husband Novel Novels & Stories

Instead, I heard soft, intimate sounds coming from the master bedroom. Even right under his wife's nose, they were chasing their thrill to the very end.

After my brother, Don Matteo Sabella, finds out I have a crush on our family Consigliere, Lorenzo Gallo, for years, he spikes Lorenzo's wine and has him delivered to my bed. That night, he pushes deep into me, and we lose ourselves in each other. When the sky begins to lighten, Lorenzo stays, kisses my temple, and asks me to marry him. Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire.

I retorted in a tone so firm that he looked up at me with furrowed brows, “No?” “You don’t get to talk about him like that.” Cassian chuckled softly. “And yet your husband is a killer.” I shook my head, “Killer or not. He is my husband,” I answered, “And he does not keep secrets from me.” His lips curved faintly. “Sure,” he answered, “You can believe that if you want to. But that is never going to change the fact of what your husband is.” My jaw tightened, and I hissed at him, “I know what you’re trying to do.”

The man wasn't looking at a happy wife; his eyes were fractured with a level of pain and uncertainty that made my own chest ache. “Can I see your baby?” Novel asked softly. The woman flinched, clutching the bundle tighter. “Who are you?” “Your husband wanted to introduce us,” Novel said, her voice like silk. “He said we would love him.” The woman’s shoulders dropped. The manic tension left her face, and she slowly loosened her arms. My breath hitched.

But a faggot is always a faggot, because with even stroking his dick, he was already cumming like a broken faucet as he watched his wife being used properly in a way he could never do it. "Harder daddy, fuck your married little slut, ruin my married pussy!" Cindy begged, pushing back against him. Chinedu spanked her ass hard, leaving red handprints. "Of course i will do that, my married whore. Now tell me slut, between me and your faggot husband who is much better I running your slutty hole." "You daddy you are so much better.” Cindy moaned. “His little dick never hits my spots like this. I'm going to cum already fuck me daddy." She moaned harder and louder.

She nodded and said, "I know him. He is my husband." What? Husband?

"But I won't marry you." "Oh. But what I want is for you to marry me," I said in a stern voice. "I can't get pregnant without a husband, Adam." I brought my hand to my mouth when I suddenly felt nauseous. "If I have to pay you just for you to marry me, I'd gladly do it. Just name your price." Adam looked at me as if I had grown horns on my head. "Fine. Ten million dollars, Claire." "Ten million? Consider it done," I answered just as I finally threw up my dinner in front of him.

'I was always trampled on by her, used and thrown away…when she had nothing to do with me, she would kick me…forgetting me, even though I had sacrificed so much.' His happy marriage is in chaos… his wife has filed for divorce after finding out that her husband has been playing smut with one of his female clients. The fact was revealed when the husband and wife were having sex, the husband sighed loudly and didn't realize the woman's name. “Agh… Jenny! Faster!"

The truth, raw and unadorned, spilled from William Jackson's lips. Cathleen's grasp tightened around her cup, its warmth a stark contrast to the chill that settled in her bones. Xavier Knight—cold, ruthless, dominant—was now her husband, a man who lived shrouded in shadows, his disdain for love as palpable as the ring on her finger. A marriage that was born not of passion or tenderness but of strategic retreats and familial chess moves.