The Wicker Husband Novels & Stories

“And I already know who they’ll cast as the villain.” He didn’t answer. He crossed the room. By the time the light turned gold, the internet had built its case. Old photographs of Nadia and Nikolai were everywhere: galas, family dinners, a wedding. Ordinary moments, stripped of context and wrapped in captions designed to bleed. She waited for him. And then SHE appeared. My name followed. Homewrecker. Didn’t she wreck her first marriage too? “Wonderful.” My laugh cracked. “Apparently I’m collecting other people’s husbands now.”

They had tried, at least for a while, to hold on to what remained, but every attempt had only made the truth more difficult to ignore. Eventually, they had acknowledged that their marriage was no longer working. Their separation had been mutual, without prolonged legal battles or family scandals. They had parted ways quietly, each going in a different direction, while trying to preserve whatever respect remained between them. And once their marriage ended, Jasser withdrew from women altogether. He didn't allow himself to get close to anyone. He paid no attention to the women who attempted to attract him, whether through subtle flirtation, deliberate encounters, or invitations that would have

"That husband of mine is totally foolish. I promise you. There's no way he'll find out about this. He can't even be suspicious. He's so daft to that point. You need to believe my words babe." "Common Trisha. I don't think any guy can be that dumb. How can he not be suspicious after a month of his wife being missing?" The fear in his voice struck ear. How could he think Jace would find out about us? Had he forgotten that I was married to an idiot? Swears, Xander himself was an idiot for worrying about that.

he command Nicko, who had just served fruit to the table. With no objection, the young man squatted down slowly and carried out his father-in-law’s orders. His wife, who knew this, left and told an objection to her parents. “Daddy! Isn’t your hand still functioning properly, why you have to ask my husband to do it?” the youngest Windsor tells her protest. “Why you have to protest, Jo. Your husband is staying here, he deserves to serve us,” Daisy, who agreed with her husband’s actions, said.

Veronica Wick, Mister John Wicks wife says while she still had Calogero by her right side and then Mary in the other. “It’s past talking time. What do they want!?”John Wick whined as he headed towards the door with curved brows. “Just simple instructions. I can’t even spend some quality time with my family” He pushed forward with his grumbling while dressed in his black pajamas. He encircled the door knob and opened the door. His jaw dropped. His heart stopped whipping for a second. It’d be right to say that he lost all connection with the world as he saw five men all standing at the door with highly sophisticated guns. Even the air in the room froze.

Just Andrea. Not the wife. Not the architect. Not the woman who always smiled. Just the woman who waited. And was slowly growing tired of waiting.

"Aren't we a pair that would beat a full house!" "A nympho wife and a cuckold hubby," he replied with a little laugh. "It's a good pairing." "I wouldn't call you a cuckold hubby," she said. "To me, that's some wimpy guy who can't satisfy his wife and who's forced to accept that she likes fucking other men. You're certainly no wimp and you sure as hell satisfy me, and it sounds like you'd be okay with me fucking around." She looked over at the bulge in his pants, and added, "Not just okay, but the thought actually turns on. I'd call you a hot, kinky, perverted hubby, but not a cuckold-hubby. Which makes me the luckiest fucking slut wife around!"

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.

"This... this *whore* has been going around, flirting with what doesn’t belong to her!" I stood there, frozen. The humiliation hit me in waves as she pointed her finger at me like I was the villain. People started whispering, their eyes wide with curiosity. They were eating this up like a drama unfolding before them. "She’s a prostitute!" Nikki yelled, her voice growing louder with every word. "This is my **husband**! And she’s already got her claws in him!" My head was spinning. **Her husband?** My heart pounded in my chest. Everyone was staring. **Everyone.** The whispers grew louder, the room closing in on me. Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn’t give her the sa

But I don't want to stop. It took ten years to get him to kiss me. I spurred lowly in the kiss. Dang. That's so irritating! .. "MAVERICK WELLINGTON,will you have this woman, HELENA HOWELL as your wedded wife,to live together according to God's ordinance in the Holy estate of matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, honour her and keep her in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others,keep yourself only unto her,so long as you both shall live?"