Trial Marriage Husband Novels & Stories

There were house helps of course, running around the huge house to make sure everything is perfect whenever Gabriel was throwing another one of his top many parties. Even though it hurt to see her husband interacting with people she hadn’t met before and being completely neglected, she was still happy that things were going well for him. The aspect of not being touched for three years was killing her, it’s been killing her and she doesn’t want to come off as desperate to his husband. They both shared vows in the altar, kissed as a way to seal their marriage. They said their vows, said they’d be together for richer and for poorer, for better for worse but it’s all nonsense, at least that’s wh

Was he serious about what he said or was he joking, I couldn't tell anymore. “Did you say us?” I asked him again to confirm I heard him correctly. “Yes. I have always freaked of having my family here, now we're married so why are you surprised. “You've forgotten this is a contract marriage?” I asked him so that I can bring him out of the dreamland and he'll realize that this is reality. “I…” My phone rang as Tristan was about to talk, I checked the caller and realized I couldn't decline the call. “I need to get this.” I said to him and walked away. Tristan looked disappointed but there's no way in ditching my mom's call to continue a conversation with Tristan.

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.

And a mission to be accomplished at all costs. ''Why? You wanted me dead?'' "N… No,'' he stuttered, shifting his glasses to place at the top of his nose, ''I... I'm just surprised,'' Hmm... Stuttering, was he? This sly man in front of me definitely knew something and was hiding it. I watched him carefully, observing every detail and moves from him. ''Anyway,'' I brushed off the topic, moving on to introduce Tristan, ''This is my husband, Mr. Tristan King. C.E.O of D' Kings corporation,''

“And it’s a little weird you’re still calling him your husband.” I frowned instantly. “What are you talking about?” My voice came out sharper now, panic threading through it. “He tried to kill me” The guy raised a brow. “He’s married,” he corrected simply. “And currently on his honeymoon with his wife.” My whole body went cold. “What?” I whispered. A hollow laugh escaped me, sounding broken even to my own ears. “He left me to die,” I whispered, anger cracking through my shock. “He betrayed me after five years of marriage… a sexless marriage… no child… nothing to show for all my IVF treatments.”

I slipped down into the medicine room and closed the partition before slowly sliding to the ground, my back against the wall. But there was no reason for Jonathan to lie that Triss had gotten married. She could have gotten married to anyone except Karl. And then the fact hit me at once. Triss had gotten married to Karl. She had succeeded where I had failed. Tears rolled down my cheeks before I could stop myself. I could imagine what the council of elders would have said when they got married, what my people would have said and how they would have thought of me. I had not only failed, I had failed and put my kingdom and family and jeopardy and yet Triss had fixed it with one marriage. It was

I exclaimed. "He wasn't ready to be married but we made them with Trisha's family. We will be just observing for now and giving advice s only when it needed," my husband said again.

I blinked, his sudden words caught me completely off guard. I couldn't remember any soft moment with Damien in our five years of marriage. He never cared. But Abraham… He did, even though it was just a contract marriage. It felt so strange, yet so incredibly beautiful to have a conversation like this—to have a husband who actually cared about the small battles of my day instead of leaving me to drown. "How is the trial going on?” I asked, changing the topic. “It'll start soon.” He said, “it'll be fine.” ‘Go home and rest. Don't worry about the rest of the world. I'll be back as soon as the trial ends. Call me if you need anything at all.”

She always worried about him and treated Marina the best. " I wish that in her next life, she doesn't have to go through the same. " Tricia could Imagine how hard it was for her to watch her own husband immersed in loving another. " Let's forget about others. Let's talk about us instead." Mr Santos said, his grip on Tricia's waist tightening. " What about us?" Feigning ignorance, Tricia asked. " When are we going to get married.? I can't wait to taste you again and feel you in my arms."

"Well, I had nothing when I met her. Through all the ups and downs over the years, she held my hand and never let go. She deserves all the love!" "Gosh! Why can't I get such a good husband? Dad! Why is everyone else's husband perfect but mine? Look at this book! This woman killed three people, yet her six-foot-tall, eight-pack, deep-voiced, sharp-eyed, ready-to-kill-anyone-for-her husband worships the ground she walks on. But why did I get that—" "Travis is 6'2", has eight packs, doesn't like tattoos, but if you want, he might consider one. And obviously, he’d kill anyone who touches you. Don't you know that?"