Thy Maker Is Thy Husband Novels & Stories

I made up my mind to slap him hard and bring back him to his senses but then all my resolve was weakened as the voice hissed in my ears the threatening and eyes awakening words. "Don't dare...I am your husband and you shall either obey me now or you shall penance the whole of your life for denying me, for what you had done." When he hissed this in my ears, my ears denied accepting what it heard. He is my husband, this was a total new shock to me, the eyes denied to believe the face standing in front of me is no one else but Tristan the K.T, my alleged husband and the one I had never seen and was wanting to meet him since the day I met him.

Then a headline caught her eye: Power Married Couple: Gabriel and Andrea Reyes on Work-Life Balance. She repeated the words, voice dead and hollow, “Power Married couple.” Her chest tightened, a thousand questions surging but none dared to escape. How long? Why hide? Who was she to him really, and what the fuck it is, A wife?! ~ The bathroom door clicked shut behind her. She stared at the reflection. Her eyes red, swollen from tears she hadn’t allowed until now. The face looking back at her was cracked, fragile. “You’re my only one,” she whispered, the memory slicing through her.

She looked up at the man and said, "Oba, I admire you so much. You must be the most powerful man in the world in my heart." Jacy squatted down and put on an adorable look. "I'm willing to be your pet. Take me." Zac was helpless. What a funny couple! He rubbed Hazel's little head and said, "My dear wife, keep a low profile!" Wife? Amy and Jacy looked at each other surprisingly. "Sister. Yi, he called you wife?" Amy's dark eyes widened. Hazel coughed to continued, "I haven't finished my introduction yet. And this is my husband too. You two have to call your brother-in-law."

"The fever has hurt your mind. You do not remember. Oh, what shall we do? What shall we tell the King?" The door opened. A man with a gray beard came in. His eyes were sharp, but tired. He did not look at my face. He looked at my arms and my chest. "The body is strong. It will get better," he said to Eren. "The mind... we will see. The Alpha must be told." When he said King, I felt cold fear. "The Alpha... he is my husband?" I asked. The man finally looked at me. His look was not kind. "Looks like something is wrong with your head and yes, Alpha Thorne. Your husband. He is away. A man rides to tell him now. He will be... very unhappy."

I ignored his presence totally, invested in what I was doing while enduring the burning pain in my eyes. “Husbands can help their wives.” I forcefully cut the last bit; the knife made a loud sound against the countertop. I paused totally, then lifted my gaze to him. “Don't flatter yourself, Kyran,” I said. “I'm treating you like the husband as per the contract. Don't think there is any other reason.” I noticed what his face did, but it was somewhat satisfying to let him know. “You have been repeating that a lot lately,” he pointed out. I was staring at him so hard. “It's almost like you are trying to convince yourself that it is exactly as you have said it.”

“Benson!” I reach my hand up with my ring box in my hand, “Andie, we both know that I’m horrible when it comes to love and women but meeting you was the best thing to happen to me. I absolutely need you in my life. You complete me. You are the girl of my mother’s dreams and definitely of mine. Will you complete my life and be my wife?” I opened the ring box and Andie’s eyes lit up, sparkling from the reflection of the ring.

“His husband.” The words hung in the air, heavy, final. “And his mate.” The declaration was deliberate, a hammer striking a nail. I watched the realization hit Hero. First, confusion flickered across his eyes, then a slower, dawning shock. He tried to speak; his mouth opened and closed, but no sound came. “And,” my tone dropped colder, “I’d appreciate it if you stopped acting so intimately with someone else’s husband.”

From there, I clicked into the recommended articles to see a rundown of Angela's love life. Her new husband was listed as the vice president at a publicly traded company. According to the article, he'd gifted her a yacht worth over a million dollars. In the photos, the vice president didn't look that bad with all that money to polish his appearance. The only issue was that his balding head was hard to miss. I supposed that if a 50-year-old man had enough money, then his flaws wouldn't seem so important. In the wedding photos, Angela's smile didn't even look half as natural as when she was posing on the yacht.

“If you marry me, my family’s voting block merges with yours. You control eighty percent of the empire. Julian becomes completely irrelevant. He becomes nothing more than an employee you can fire at your leisure.” She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a seductive, lethal whisper. “Imagine his face. Imagine the absolute, paralyzing horror of the man who thought he was going to rule the world, realizing that the woman he tried to manipulate is now the ultimate authority in his life. The man who tried to destroy your legacy will have to bow to me. He will have to call me 'Mother.' “

She threw herself at him, hysterical, hitting him with fury and pain. He held her arms and looked at her sadly. “Jimena…” His eyes filled with tears, but they didn’t fall. “I couldn’t help it, I’m very attracted to her, I’m sorry.” Jimena breathed with difficulty; hearing those words from her husband’s mouth was excruciating. She released his hand and slapped him with all her rage, then curled up on the bed, sobbing with all her might.