Who's My Husband Novels & Stories

I don't want a hurt husband while I'm protected, doesn't seem fair. - no, I have important meetings in the next few days - Christopher mutters smoothly. - Christopher, you take a lot more risks than I do. You, among us, have a lot more social importance. I'm just your wife. I can't be at peace if you're keeping me locked up here," I say. I tilt my face to find yours to look. - You are my primary concern, and I'll be fine if you're safe. No

Maybe I will adjust to it sooner or later, and maybe I find it weird because I have only lived like an outcast all my life. "S-Sure," I managed and she smiled with her eyes before shyly strolling towards my bathroom. I furrowed my brows in amusement and immediately my thoughts went to him again- The man I married. I picked up my phone. There's got to be a way to discover who my husband is. I should at least know who I am married to thanks to the Internet. I quickly typed out his name 'Caesar Monsorrie ' but nothing came back from the search, rather it spelled out 'name does not exist '

At least that was what she thinks. But she was asking who I was. This wasn’t how I envisioned this to be. I had many expectations but definitely not this. She looks up at me with those adorable doe eyes that gets me weak in the knees and I melt internally. absolutely awestruck. “Baby, I’m your husband,” I replied her as she stands, still confused. Was I missing something here? Did I not fit the description, if there was any. “I am Adrian Maserati, the man you’d be getting married to tomorrow,” I explained, “Is something wrong, my love?”

I just sell fish in the market. And now, I am the wife of a multi-billionaire. I can’t believe it. It seems like it was just a dream. I don’t want to wake up anymore if this is a dream. “What does my husband look like?” I asked her. I was just curious about the physical appearance of my husband. Maybe he’s old or what? I can’t stop the nausea I feel right now if he is old. But I’m not sure, the person in front of me is still young, maybe my husband is in his 20s. I remained standing in front of her.

I have to keep up appearances here, so they won't think I've been deserted by my wealthy husband and start treating me wrong. "It's not the husband." "Who is it? Is it my daughter?" "No, some guy named Jimmy."

I shake the thought. I received a text from Ji-Ha. "Hey how about we go to a bar? ( ╹▽╹ )" "Hmmm, will your husband be ok?" "He will not be mad unless he doesn't know right. I'm kidding hahaha I already told him I will help you to find a boyfriend." "You are such a bad girl. Also, I don't need a boyfriend. I am fine on my own. And I have high standards of who I should date hehehe" I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite.

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”

My husband Moriah The being put his hand on my forehead and everything stopped immediately. There was not a trace of what had happened. My body relaxed, and I was finally able to breathe. As my brain returned to its normal state, I looked at him and spoke. “Who are you?” My gaze was still on him, waiting for an answer. He looked at me too, and after a few seconds, said, “I am your master and lord, and you are my wife.”

Addison asked with a worried tone. What the hell is he talking about? Addison is asking me if I know him, whereas I have been to his house. I turn around and gaze at Addison. "Don't start a fight," I whisper, because if he fights with him, then my parents would be really mad at me, and I can't tell what they would do to me. "My lady! it's better to answer your brother's question." A familiar voice said. My hand is still on the table, and the owner of the voice grabs my hands, and I feel that cold familiar spark. The spark that awakened me. 'Who the hell is my husband?'

I don't. He is my husband. I am his wife. We have a child. We are a family. That will remain.