Tophs Husband Novels & Stories

"Oh no, I'm good. I'm not hungry." "What do you mean you're not hungry? Your husband gave us his card to do as we please, and now you're saying you're not hungry? You can get anything you want." "Husband? What's going on?" "I got married," Alice smiled. "You got married? When? To who? Do I know him?" "Yes. You may know him. Travis Osborne. It's been a few months, but it's been the best few months of my life." "Wait. That Travis Osborne? That CEO that was featured in Worbes or something?"

"Are you into threesomes?" My soon to be husband asked me on our first date. I was mid-way through my cocktail and it immediately went down the wrong pipe. I broke into a cough, scrambling for anything to relief the choking. I didn't know which was worse, the question or the fact that I would be marrying a man I just met, in three days. The bastard sat across from me in his tailored suit, one leg crossed over the other, unmoving. He had his elbow on the table between us and his temple leaning against his index finger while his ice blue eyes stared into my soul.

"Yeah, I am. So what? Why did you have to love him and not me? He was my older brother; why couldn't he give you up? And he still had the nerve to ask me to leave you. How dare he!" He smirked, the darkness in his eyes flaring. "But he's gone now. You're my wife, and you're carrying my child. Nothing can change that!" I'd suspected this awful truth for so long, but hearing it finally confirmed still hit like a bolt of lightning. My husband of all these years… had murdered the man I loved. And I was pregnant with my lover's killer's child. Revulsion boiled inside me, a loathing so deep I even felt it toward the life growing within me. How could I be so blind, so disgusting, to bring this man'

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

Camilla smiled that I thought was as fake as her husband. “Why not. Evenings with you are always fascinating.” Hayden’s gaze was still lingering when his lips curled in a smirk. “Speaking of fascination…” his orbs landed besides me and my body tensed. “Wouldn’t you introduce your wife, Theodore?” Instead of Hazel, my mother answered after beats of hesitation. “She’s Hazel, and Hazel, he’s Hayden, your husbands cousin and she’s Camilla, his wife.” She graced them with a tentative smile. Something dark and volatile emitted through me.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.

Toph retorts harshly, his words like poison. “Right, and Toph here was your fiancée. My fondest memory of him? Watching him shoot his girlfriend at point-blank range right after she gave birth to his son.” Tjeck’s voice turns cold, anger radiating from him as he faces Toph. “I was 15, and Kattie was just 14 when you committed murder right in front of us.” Everyone’s eyes shift to Toph, the gravity of Tjeck’s accusation hanging heavily in the air. Even Zombie’s expression shifts, a look of aversion flickering across his face. Alec and Shine, positioned closest to Toph, instinctively step back, distancing themselves from his presence.

The screen glowed, displaying a text message from her father’s personal secretary. Chloe’s breath hitched. She dropped the phone onto the sofa as if it had burned her skin. "Arthur is shorting our entire portfolio through his private pools. He is cutting off our air, Julian. By Friday, the Hendersons will be completely bankrupt. We won't even have the money to pay the lawyers.” Julian slammed his empty glass onto the table. "Then we fight him in the courts! We file a prior demand against the marriage! We tell the press that Evelyn pressured him—"