The Ultimate Husband Novels & Stories

Some begin with a perfect first date. Ours began with a contract. A dangerous deal. A fake marriage. And five million dollars. But the greatest thing I ever received wasn't the money. It was him. Adrian De Luca. My husband. My best friend. My forever. And this time— there was no contract. Only love.

Axella rebuffed taking a sip of water. "I wouldn't replace my man for anyone else even if the option was Don Ricardo." Nat replied absentmindedly still toiling with her phone Jean stared at the woman beside her and almost let out a scoff. She was making it look like she has a relationship with Ricardo. Jean was sure this was going to cause trouble for whoever Nat was married to. Axella burned in anger at Natalie's last words,her seat became uncomfortable and she stood up. Axella was angry that she couldn't get Natalie angry.

Henry asked and Asher frowned. "Um... What?" Asher asked. "Excuse Me, Sir... Did you met your wife? She just walked past from here?" The same reception asked and Henry frowned at her question. "Fuck my life." Asher cursed himself scratching the back of his neck. "His wife?" Henry asked confusingly. "Yeah. His wife... Umm... I mean, He said he is Mrs. Olivia Madison son in law." The receptionist answered and Henry looked at him angrily. "Um... Yes. Please leave us alone." Henry replied and the receptionist walked away.

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?

"Yes. You may go." "Thank you, Lissa. Thank you!" Edgar opened his arms; he was about to hug Elissa. Elissa dodged. She was still reluctant to be held by Edgar. Edgar, who had been happy, now his face was flat again. That's right. Edgar was no one but Elissa's secret husband. He had no way to Elissa's heart. At least for now. Tomorrow? After the Lebanon project, Edgar could surely be re-energized to make Elissa fall in love. For him, marriage is only once. He didn't want to fail the choice he had made.

Somewhere in New York, 1 PM. “I’m glad you still remember me,” David sneered, “I thought after returning to the United States, you’d forget your lover in Canada because you decided to go back to your ex-husband.” The shock in Claire’s eyes was still very evident. However, Claire knew her surprise wouldn’t change anything—it wouldn’t end or fix anything. So she shook her head—giving a single sentence to refute David’s words, “He’s my husband, not my ex-husband.” She replied confidently, hoping for a miracle to be on her side amid the crushing situation.

she said. There was an intense and frightening moment of silence, then he spoke, "I am your husband." He added. "I am Mr. Ubba." Her heart flew away and she felt her spirit leaving her body. Took a while before she realized she was still alive. It was as if she passed out for a few seconds. So he wasn't paralyzed all along, huh? Her husband was Mr. Ubba, the devil? The CEO of the biggest and largest company in the continent. The same man who ordered for her and one other woman to be thrown inside the furnace.

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.

“That’s not what this is.” “Then tell me what it is, Alejandro.” She stopped a few feet from him. She could smell his cologne, the sherry on his breath. “Explain it to me. Make me understand why my husband, the man bound to me by contract and law, is publicly humiliating us both.” He ran a hand through his hair, clearly agitated. “You left! You sent me an ultimatum from across the ocean, like I was some subordinate who disobeyed an order! What did you expect me to do?”

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.