The Wrong Husband Book Novels & Stories

"Now you do." The fire crackled softly. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was steady and strong, a rhythm I had come to know by heart. Rex's hand traced patterns on my back. "What do you know now that you didn't know before?" I thought about it, letting the words settle. "I know that being the wrong bride wasn't a mistake. It was the beginning of everything." He kissed the top of my head. "What else?"

"Hey! What are you doing?! Let go of my son!" When she realized the bodyguards were with me, her expression hardened as she snapped at me, "Katie, what is this supposed to mean? Bringing outsiders to bully your own husband? "A fight between husband and wife should stay between the two of you. You talk it out. Why are you dragging other people into this? Just because you’ve got a bit of money, you think you can treat my son like he’s nothing?" "The one who’s nothing is your son!" my mother shot back without hesitation. "Why don’t you ask him who that woman behind him is? Right here in public, the two of them are all over each other. Have they no shame?!"

"If I ever see that wretched woman again, I'll make her pay. I'll make her apologize to you! Alright, alright. Don't cry. You can't let this affect the baby." I remembered that Martha had an incomplete uterine septum, a congenital defect that made pregnancy difficult and miscarriage likely. She had once been deeply ashamed of it, even hiding it from her own family. But to cover up her crimes, she had told everyone that I was the one who had injured her. Now, I finally understood. Out of sheer jealousy, she had stolen my healthy uterus. I shook my head furiously, screaming the truth over and over again. But no one heard me. No one responded.

“What is wrong with you?” He turned on me. “Why did you entertain that?” I laughed in disbelief. “Entertain? I said no.” “You stayed.” “For thirty seconds.” “That was thirty seconds too long.” I stepped toward him. “You do realize I am a person, not territory.” His jaw tightened. “Wrong.” I stared. “Excuse me?” “You are my wife.” “That is not ownership.” His eyes dropped to my mouth for one hot second before returning to my eyes. “Say that again.”

I walked past him. “Let's go.” He followed. The drive to the party was quiet. I looked out the window, my fingers resting against my lap. I had so many questions. About his fiancée. About the Blackwoods.About this ridiculous marriage. And most importantly, about why he had called me Yulia. But I knew better than to ask him again. Armani had a talent for making me regret asking questions. ************************** The party was already crowded when we arrived. The moment we stepped inside, several heads turned in our direction. I wasn't surprised. Being married to Armani came with a certain amount of attention, whether I wanted it or not.A few people approached us almost immediately.

The journey continues, and I promise I will not leave you waiting long. My next book is already on the app- PUNISHED BY HUSBAND, FORCED BY BIKER DADDIES . I am pouring everything into it — new voices, deeper silences, and perhaps a few answers to the questions this one raised. BLURB- My husband thought cheating would break me but he was wrong. I let him keep his lover… and took his pack and three alpha bikers wolves bound by loyalty and blood… and me... their human mate with a hunger for revenge.

I drowned myself inside the tube for minutes before I sat up and rested against the tub while still in the water. Maybe my father was right from the beginning, maybe I shouldn't have married Irina. Maybe I made a mistake by agreeing to Aton's Proposal. Maybe enemies can never be friends. I was wrong all this while. Maybe Irina and my love isn't an enemy to unite the two families together. Maybe I was fucking wrong. I was fucking wrong to fall in love with her. I was fucking wrong to impregnate her. I was fucking wrong to have sex with her. I was fucking wrong to be intruiged by her beauty.

Wrong (Bad Boy Billionaires #3) *BLURB* Henry Cavendish was my ideal man. He's a compassionate lover and definitely husband material. Almost everything about him was right. However, Adam Cavendish was stirring up my hormones. He's an ultimate womanizer, an expert kisser, and heck, he was my boss! So everything about him was wrong. I was suddenly torn between two hot lovers. There shouldn’t be a choice. Sharing is a great sin, but I wanted them both.

Julian waited. "I thought: he will do this. He will marry the wrong woman because I asked him to, and he will run the company and maintain the alliance and he will be competent and dutiful and miserable for thirty years, and it will be my fault, and I will have done to him exactly what my father did to me." The room was very still. Julian looked at his father. "Your father arranged your marriage," Julian said slowly.

Lena found it on her break at the pharmacy, sent to her by her colleague Mara with a string of question marks and no other context. The column was titled *The Billionaire's Mystery Wife* and ran to four paragraphs that managed to say nothing factually incorrect while implying everything damaging. It described Caiden Black's sudden marriage to an unnamed woman with two service-industry jobs and no social media presence. It noted the speed of the union. It quoted an unnamed source close to the couple who described the relationship as *unconventional from the start.* It ended with a question about whether the Black family's flagship company would be affected by its CEO's private life becoming p