Thy Maker Is Thy Husband Novels & Stories

"Crazy you,, I'm already married so don't ever call me again" "It seems that your murderous husband has taught my angel to be an opponent" "Watch your words yog, my husband is not a killer" "Ckckck,,, don't be angry dear your husband is indeed a cold-blooded killer if you want to come back to me then I will gladly accept you"

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

“How long have you been planning this?” He hesitated for half a second, just enough to answer the question without words. “So while I was still your wife,” I said, “you were already preparing to throw me away.” “You were useful,” he replied calmly. “Beautiful, intelligent. You did your job well. If you had given me heirs I would have spared you?” My heart dropped. “My job?” I repeated. “You knew what this marriage was,” Marcus said. “You knew why I chose you.” “No,” I said, my voice breaking now. “I thought you loved me.”

Almost like he was just a bot controlled from an alien universe. “Take me to my funeral” I said, stepping down the bed. The world tilted, my head throbbing from suddenly standing. His face darkened. Finally, a reaction. “ Sit. I didn't save you to let you die” he said, his voice tight. I hissed, then steadied my body. My legs wobbled a bit, almost like I had forgotten to walk. “ Take me to the funeral. I want to see …” “ Your husband” he completed, “ to feed yourself lies you know aren't true”

“Don't help me. Let the monster you helped raise find more victims while you rot away in here He said and leaned back, “ you choose” I inhaled deeply. I recalled. Samuel’s speech, he looked too happy after almost killing me. Too confident.. “ I will help you” If I must burn, why not let my dear husband burn with me? “The world doesn't need a heartless president.

I mocked her, "Like mother, like daughter. Your husband died, and you immediately went after someone else's man. You got chased and cursed like a rat in the sewer, and now you've passed every dirty trick you had down to your daughter. Impressive. Truly a family legacy." "How dare you?!" I waved my hand, and my subordinates dragged their suitcases right inside. Tina panicked. "What are you doing?! This is my daughter's house!" "Your daughter's house? She's using our marital assets. I own half of everything. "You love inserting yourselves into other people's families so much? In that case, starting today, you can all live together." As several young women took over the rooms, Tina screamed. "I

A few minutes later, I lay down beside Mercy. “So cold…” she whispered while shaking. I pulled her closer to me so she could feel my warmth. Her eyes opened slightly. She looked confused and weak. Seeing her like that stirred something inside me. I leaned closer to her. “Haah…” she let out a soft sound. I looked into her eyes and spoke firmly. “Remember this. I am your husband. No other man is allowed to touch you.”

Did she miss the part about me being her boyfriend already? "I will not recognize you as her boyfriend until I've met your parents and you prove your worth to our family" she continued as if reading my thoughts. "Our business needs to keep growing and keep evolving. Georgia needs to be with someone who will help us reach our goals. I may have given her a bit of leeway for dating, but don't think anything will be set in stone. I'm only telling you this so you don't get your heart broken. It takes a lot to become a her husband. Some people just aren't cut out for it.," She ended as if she was trying to sound kind, but it didn't sound like that at all. It sounded like a threat. "What if it's wh

“And even if I do have it, how am I sure you’ll pay me back? You’ve got no job.” “I have a job sir.” “As a mere factory worker when you could have been the CEO of a bank.” James taunted. “You threw your life away for a woman who didn’t even love you enough to stay when things got bad and now here you are… begging.” He shook his head. “Don’t let me say that I regret having you as my son.” “James.” His wife chided. “Anyway, I don’t have that kind of money now.” James informed him. “I have just five million that I received as a gift from a friend.”

“You’re thirty-three. Do you think you’re still young? This isn’t the old days. Stop clinging to nonsense ideals. Marrying her will be good for our family’s reputation. You’re a businessman, Ian. You should know the benefits.” Her tone softened for one poisonous second. “As long as she can be a good wife, that’s enough.” My fists tightened. The same manipulation, the same woman who once praised me as the perfect daughter-in-law. Ian’s face didn’t move. “I know, Mum.” “You always say you know,” she said. “But you never act on it.” The call ended. Ian slid the phone into his pocket and exhaled. I ducked deeper behind the pillar, certain he’d sense something was off. I waited—then heard his voi