The Only Favourite Ugly Husband Novels & Stories

I told him my final words and slunk out of his godforsaken house that held painful memories of my regrettable marriage. My marriage was a miserable one, my husband hated me just as his mother and sister did. They wanted another wife for him, a presentable woman, I was overweight, naive and clumsy. I never liked my face, it was too round and too fat. Never for once did I feel beautiful and never did I imagine getting married to a handsome wealthy and powerful man like Gabriel Damasco, there had to be something more to it than love and I was right, there was.

She spoke to Hilda pretentiously, "Hilda, stop pretending. My father personally sent you off when you got married previously. How could he not know what his son in law looks like? I know my brother in law might be slightly older and uglier, but he is your man after all. He is the man you go to bed with, and he'll be the father of your children! Although he is slightly ugly and disabled, you are so pretty, so I am sure your children will turn out better than expected!" The workers were in shock because they could not understand the mentality of a pretty young girl marrying an old, ugly and disabled man. Was it truly for money?! Hilda couldn't be bothered to answer Carmen, and so she put on he

Me: Can you do me a favor? Henry: What kind? I’m a married man. I know Kill is far from my perfection, so you missed out. Me: A: delusional. And B: not even if you were the last man alive. Henry: What’s the favor? Me: Watch him. Make sure he’s okay. Henry: And you care because? Me: He’s my husband. Henry: I thought it was just for show. Me: You’re wrong. Henry: Other than the phone thing, he seems like the same old Aiden to me. Smoking, drinking guy who just needs a hug and some good sex.

Urgh! Sounds of light footsteps drew my attention to the stairs where my gorgeous husband who refuses to get the greenlight, was stepping down from. Unlike the usual Don home where the whole extended family lives. Only Damien lives in his house. There are other quarters where the Capos like, Rob, my favourite person among the people I've met so far, Diego; who seems not to like people and Tom, who seems overly friendly...I don't like him and I noticed that my husband doesn't either. Why he kept him is a mystery to me.

I shrugged my shoulders at her. "And you choose not to tell me what happened? How dare you...! You should tell me so I can kick that guy's ass!" She exclaimed grabbing her hair in frustration "Duh!!! Its just stupid you know. That guy is absolutely a man whore..why bother my attention to him" i told her. "Honey, are you there?" We heard Mark knocking on the door. Mark is Marialle's boyfriend. And yes, he is our head surgeon. The three of us worked together to save that pervert guy.

She said to Bhai and started going away. "Oh no Sammy, What do I do now?"Bhai asked with a sad look. "Bhai your fiance is angry not my friend, and I believe you can handle her very well. Just do what you always do to cheer her. Now go to her before she leaves." I told him and he ran to her.

I took the plate of ribs and placed it in front of me. She kicked me under the table, “I heard that the one who likes salty food will always be ugly. Do you mean that you are ugly? And I like salty too. So you are saying that I am ugly. Am I ugly? Am I ugly?” I shook my head. “No, my wife is most beautiful. There is no one more beautiful than my wife in the world. I want you to see you every day and want to hug you to sleep.” She pouted. “That’s more like it here. It’s a bowl of pure chicken soup that has been steamed out of chicken. Drink it.”

But before I could complete my words, his response came cutting me off my words, "Apology? He sneered at me, his words echoing in the foyer, bearing the weight of his anger, "Do you think an apology would repair the damage you've caused?" He thundered like an angry god of war, while I stared at him, in an energy matching his, "Whether you like it or not Elsa, you're my wife and I've bought you with your father's debt," he continued, tightening his grip on my wrist again as he drew me closer to him, "But don't let that fool you, you're no different from my slave because I'm so going to make you pay for what you've done to me." He spat, his words dripping with hatred with no regard for my feel

“Work? That’s the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard. Do you hear yourself? Look at you—you’re gorgeous, you’re kind, and you’re literally the perfect wife. Meanwhile, he’s out there being an emotionally constipated jerk. Seriously, what’s so special about him? If I were you, I’d find myself a lover. That would teach him a lesson.” Lara shot her a pointed look. “That’s never going to happen. You know how much I love Lucas.” Ali groaned dramatically. “God, you’re hopeless. You’re so in love with a walking red flag!” Lara stifled a laugh. “You sound more bitter than I do. You don’t even have a boyfriend.” She shrugged. “That’s because men are trash. It’s like they have collectively decided to be te

And she wondered whether those people who always used to say Alex was an ugly man never saw him before He's a fine god of martial arts. And his face looked so perfect without a single dot How can this person be called ugly? Lucy smiled in her heart. One of the things she had heard about her husband has been proved wrong to her just now, which means its possible he might not be as arrogant as they say also But looked like Lucy's fate wasn't so good, just as she was busy admiring her husband, Alex frowned deeply at her and asked coldly "what are you doing here?"