The Perfect Husband Novel Novels & Stories

I stared at Rowan with wide eyes as he ended the call and blocked Josh's contact on my phone. Anger flared within me as I saw the other patrons looking at us in shock. They had heard Rowan publicly declare me as his wife. "Mr. Carson, why did you end my call like that? You promised to keep our marriage a secret because you have a true love. What right do you have to interfere in my own affairs?" I queried Rowan coldly. I couldn’t believe the partiality. He told me that I was his wife on paper only and that I shouldn’t broadcast that I was his wife—a trophy that any other woman would be proud to post on social media. And yet, he snatched my phone and declined my potential suitor. Was that how

I thought you only came here to talk” “Yes, I did. now I am done talking. Let me get down to the reason why I came here in the first place.” “You are so ..” Her words were cut off, as her husband kissed her hard, he diverged her body of her robe in the process, his hands began touching all her all over. He laid her on the bed, going down upon her immediately, Mary felt passions and pleasures she hasn’t felt in a way she had never felt before. Her husband used and took what he wanted, offering no apology as he took her body to higher throes of passion. By the time they both resurfaced from the ecstasy of their lovemaking, Mary knew her husband was a perfect lover and a perfect soldier.

“It's a lot easier for you to say now that you're trying your best to coerce me into this marriage, but what would it look like in practice, Richard? Are you sure you'll be able to stay away from Sarah for the rest of your life?” I clenched my jaw and slowly nodded. “Yes, Elena. I'm not a philandering man. I would never cheat on my wife. I may be imperfect, but I stick my the values I've been brought up with. I'd never disrespect you, or our marriage like that. It's over between Sarah and I. She made her choice when she ended things between us, and there's no going back now. We're done.”

I wouldn’t have minded Matty’s, but I still had the lycan twins’ marks on me. I sighed, I guess I should just go with my original plan of finding a stranger I could pay to be my husband. All the men I already knew were too complicated and wanted too much from me. I just needed a nice, normal, human husband. Someone who would be there for me and Garrett yet understand this is just a business transaction. My mind wandered to Jethro; he seemed normal. At least more normal than the other men I’ve encountered. Sure, he had a thing about sharing with his brothers, but that was behind closed doors.

He asked as he advanced towards her. My eyebrows knitted as he kissed Tara on the cheek. “Bree,” She answered. “Nightshift?” He laughed. “Yeah!” He flickered his eyes on us. “And they are...” I extend my hand, wondering why we must stop here when Bree needs us. “Blake, Tara’s husband.” It was surprising he accepted my hand. Tara raised her brows, but it surprised me, too. At least, he would know Tara is not available for whatever he has in mind. Just seeing him kissing her on the cheek was blood-curdling already. It suddenly made me very afraid of losing her to another man.

Fucking great! I scanned around, looking for one particular person—my wife. When I did finally locate her, she had her eyes fixed directly on me. I walked up to her, probably anticipating what I had to say about marriage because Lola and I know nothing about it. "Marriage isn’t for two perfect people; it’s for two imperfect people who walk hand in hand through the good times and the bad on their way to becoming perfect together. Through the process of marriage, we converge toward a common goal of perfection. I was probably around 16 years old when I first met my wife, and she was probably around 9 years old at the time. When she approached me, I saw her as this annoying girl who had just mov

Insurance. Half an hour later Hunter was desperate. I was jumping and drooling, yelling things like How My Pony dances! I tied him to my bed and wouldn't let him go! In addition to other obscenities that I couldn't help but blurt out to see him move. That man was perfect. There had to be someone who looked like him. That was going to be my husband. I knew it. I imagined myself next to him at the altar, holding his hand. Too bad he was already married. We were the perfect couple.

"Is Damien becoming a problem?" "No." I'm quick to say. "Damien is perfect. I wouldn't ask for a better husband." "He's way better than that stupid boy you were dating in high-school." Dad sounds pissed. "He destroyed your life. But good thing you have Damien now. He's the perfect husband for you. Mature and charismatic and understanding and respectful and loving and protective. I sleep better at night knowing that Damien Hunt is my daughter's husband." My dad sounds more proud of my husband than he is of me. It's like my greatest achievement was picking a perfect husband.

Little did they fucking know… miss perfect was actually fighting for her life in the hands of her 'loving' husband. Once upon a time, Lena and I were happy. She was the love of my life, and I was hers. Until she casually decided to break my heart and marry a richer man, just like that, without explanation. I even had to pay for ever dating her and for trying to get her back. I paid with blood and years of sweat. Now, I was back to take what belonged to me—revenge. The door flew open again and Vincent peeked outside with a frown. When his eyes settled on me, he brightened,

Jeremy, Jonathan, and James were enjoying dinner with the television broadcasting Caraline and Diego's wedding preparations. "This is one hell of a wedding," Jonathan said, his gaze not leaving the television, which was now showing the wedding decorations. "You're right, Jonathan," Jeremy replied, "I hear Henry Hulbert will be attending the wedding." "So what happened to... Deric?" asked James suddenly, "isn't he still Caraline's husband?" Jeremy chuckled. "Looks like she's starting to realize who the flawed man she married a few months ago is. I'd wager that by now she's kicked that cripple Deric out. Of course, anyone would choose Diego over that useless man."