The Way Of Househusband Novels & Stories

Clara said, “you are my wife, we are a couple, I can senio you in age, but you still have the right to bring in your Idea and suggestions, this is your home, and be bold to control your home,” Richard said, “And do you think I can control all the workers in this house?“ Clara said, “yes, you have the right to control them, and If any of them disrespect you, don't argue with them, just report them to me” Richard replied, “do you think they will listen to me?“ Clara inquired,

I dreaded seeing him naked. But my husband was indeed a hard-working man with several business outlets in the county of Kiambu. He was respected even in our locality in clubs, churches and social joints he used to go. People thought we were the perfect couple but I was sexually starved and my husband was doing nothing to make it work. Him being the provider made him think that is enough for me and our 2 children we had gotten together since we got married.

She stops and takes her time to continue. "The first challenge will be cleaning the house. When you become Wang's young master's wife, you will not clean up the house, but it necessary to know how to clean up as the master doesn't like the maid clean up his room. So as a wife, you should know how to clean and tidy." When NiNi heard this, she nods her head. That young master was obsessed with confidence leanness. He probably suffers from germaphobes or OCD. But is he want to find a wife or a maid?

“This is my house too!” “This my wife’s house, Helena whom I paid dowry for. You were just a concubine that I had kids with because you don’t know the meaning of contraceptives. Leave my yard.” “What am I supposed to do with this baby?” “You can bring it but wena I don’t want you! I can never share a bed with a woman that takes our daughter to be violated.” *** Alex walked inside a tall building that same morning with Adrian, both dressed in suits. Adrian flashed a smile at the receptionist.

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. For a moment, time slowed. Her heart felt like it was expanding in her chest, soaking up every second, every smile, every touch. This—this was everything she had dreamed of. “I still can’t believe we’re here,” she whispered, pulling back just enough to look around. “Our first home.” “It’s not much yet,” Gabriel said, looking around at the sea of unopened boxes, the bare kitchen counters, the mattress still on the floor. “But we’ll build it. Together.”

“Eira, look at him. What kind of attitude is that? “We’re just asking him to cook a meal. He’s acting as if we owed him something. “You must’ve spoiled him rotten over these past five years!” He turned to me and thrust his chin out haughtily. “Vedran, I advise you to remember your place. “You eat our food and live under our roof. Isn’t it only fair to do some chores? Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.” I laughed. Tears welled up in my eyes. “Your roof?” I rose and walked toward them. My gaze was fixed on Eira. “Eira, tell me. Whose villa is this, exactly?”

He hates any sort of disorder or disruption and has us do things very specifically. He rambled, clamping his mouth shut as he seemed to realise his mistake just as I did. His last sentence was enough to have a light bulb go off in my head. Number two for the win. My husband prided himself on control over not only people but the things around him, which includes his home. I glanced around the house, marvelling at not only the interior decoration but also the neatness of it all. Everything was in a specific place, an area in which it was never moved, which was grand and all but it was also somewhat...sterile.

Get down on your knees and apologize to Audie and the baby this instant! I laughed coldly. "You're ordering me around now? What gives you the right?" Levi slapped me hard. "Because I am your husband! Country bumpkins like you should know better than to go against your husbands. You have to obey my every word! "I've been too lenient on you for far too long. You don't even know your place anymore. How dare you talk so haughtily to me?" He slapped me with so much force that I crashed into the wall behind me before falling to the ground. I could taste blood, and half my face went swollen from the slap.

The taste of something metallic filled my mouth. After we finally managed to part ourselves from each other, I bit my lips, holding back the tears. “Cicio, what you've done to me, you know, it'd come with a price.” He stared into my eyes for a long while before saying, “Fine. Whatever you want.” Whatever I want. Got it. Ever since that day, Jessica Kolt and her son had officially moved in with Cicio Russo. She excelled at playing the role of the housewife he had always admired. A good spouse. A good mother. She took her kid to school every single day without ever complaining or bothering Cicio. She did all the house chores and made everything spotless.