The Ultimate Husband Full Novels & Stories

Not only her husband but Uziah and Kwan too, how would Reilla and Rita live without their partners? Rita was just a newlywed and before she could enjoy her honeymoon her husband come to aid Nicklaus in this war. She could imagine Rita waiting for her husband to come only to receive a dark box with her trapped husband in it and she won’t be able to see him for three years. Will she hate her?

George stood up and spoke furiously. “That is not acceptable, sir! Do you want him dead because of an ordinary partnership?” Wendy spoke up looking shocked. “Ordinary partnership?” One of the family members mumbled. “Why are you defending Hilton? He got married to you for his inheritance; you are just a puzzle that will be tossed out when the game is complete.” Betty spilled. “What do you mean by tossed out?” Wendy queried. “I see you are still in the dark. Ask your disfigured husband for more explanation.” Betty said proudly.

It would definitely be interesting. "Nikita, my friend, and her—" I almost said "mate," but then I stopped myself and said, "Her husband bought the house. They are turning the land into a five-star resort." “Huh.” His eyes got more intent. "Sounds like a big project." “Yeah.”

"He left you the house you resided in. You can use the money in the bank account but once the fifty seven million runs out, you won't get anything more. And when I say he left you the house, I mean the literal physical house. Everything in it will be donated to charity. His personal effects will be given to his spouse and his son. "But I... I am his wife... I did..." "What did you do other than poison and torment him? You blackmailed and manipulated him. You lied. You killed my husband. Did you think he would leave everything to you?" "He was my husband!" "Mine!" I stood up hurling the two seats between us away. "Mine. He was mine. He died as my husband! You despicable bitch! Do you think th

If I was going to act like his wife, it was best I did it right. I looked around the suite again to be sure nothing felt out of place. On the last facetime I had with Max, I slipped that I was currently staying at a hotel suite and he went bonkers. Tell me about "your husband is fucking rich and you can't stay in a real house?" And all sorts of shits Max had said while lashing out. It wasn't directed at me anyways, it was directed at Jason, my husband. I couldn't tell Max over the phone that it was a fake marriage that I was using to get out of poverty but Max told me everything, even the dirty ones so it was only right that I told him regardless of the stupid clause on the contract. It wasn

I promise. Such was the will of a desperate husband, whose main agenda was to get back his woman. He was ready for anything that comes his way. As long as she would be his again. He will conquer the world if it pleases her. The golden question was, however, will she have him back?

It wasn't until dawn that the locked door was pushed open. My husband, Theodore Cloud, pulled me into his arms. As he leaned closer, a whiff of faint floral perfume drifted to my nose. "Izzy, I only ended up sleeping in her room because I really couldn't shake her off. But don't worry. No matter what happens between her and me, you will always be my one and only wife," Theodore said, as if explaining himself to me while trying to salvage his dignity.

"Nate, redo the divorce agreement my way. If you refuse, I'll find her no matter where she moves. Even if you drag me to the police station, I'll fight you to the end. "A mistress has no right to spend my money or sleep with my husband. "You guys, bring him back. Since he's injured, he should stay in the hospital and rest properly." "You wouldn't dare!" Nate blustered. I laughed. "What wouldn't I dare? My family hasn't even said a word yet. Do you really think that's because they don't want to get involved or because they're scared?" I patted his face. "Don't forget how I married you in the first place. I had all that money!"

her husband replied to me. “By the way, congratulations on your wedding. You married Elijah Luciero, right?” Selena's husband brought up. I froze the moment he mentioned that. Here I am again with this topic. He looks naive though, he doesn't know a thing. Selena pinched her hand, and that didn't escape my keen eyes. Of course, Selena knows everything. “Thanks. Congrats to the both of you, too!” I tried to make it sound like I am full of delight.

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.