Abandoned Husband Dominates Novels & Stories

"Putting him up? What do you think this is — a homeless shelter? Get him out of my house!" I didn't move. "This house? I put down most of the down payment. I've paid most of the mortgage. I get half the say in who stays here." "If I say he stays, he stays. If you don't like it, you're welcome to leave." Preston stared at me like I'd slapped him. "Chloe. You're telling me to get out? For a stranger?" I laughed in his face. "When you wrecked my gallery for Vivian, did you remember I was your wife?"

To any onlooker, he was every bit a powerful, elegant husband. His fingers reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face in an intimate gesture that made my stomach boil with annoyance. "We start in five minutes," he murmured. To anyone watching, it looked like a husband whispering something tender to his wife. But his next words, spoken low enough for only me to hear, were anything but loving. "Behave yourself, Abigail," he warned, his grip ghosting over my wrist in a subtle but unmistakable show of control. "Stick to the script, appease those snapping mongrels and get the heat off my back."

Adine reminded. "Forget the contract agreement! We are husband and wife now," Dominik exclaimed. Adine was stunned. What Dominik said was true, they were still husband and wife despite the contract. "Dominik, what if your mommy or anyone from your family doesn't agree with our marriage?" asked Adine, hoping to get a satisfactory answer from the man. Dominik took a breath and let it out quietly. "We will remain husband and wife until the contract is finalized," Dominik answered finally. "As long as you are my wife, no one can interfere with you, not even my mommy."

"I thought you were so eager for this union just two days ago. You seemed quite determined to see this through." Ava’s eyes widened. "I wasn't eager," she denied, her voice breathless. "I am only doing this for your father, nothing more." "Hmm. Is that the story we're telling?" Dominic mused. He reached out, his movements too fast for her to dodge. He grabbed her hand, his fingers circling her wrist like a shackle. "You trapped me in this marriage, Ava. You played your hand, and you won the title. And since we are officially husband and wife, I think it’s time we started behaving like it."

I whispered, my voice hoarse from screaming. Dom chuckled lowly, his hand sliding down to cup my ass possessively. “You loved every second of it, baby. I felt how hard you came with both of us stretching you open. Your little cunt was creaming so beautifully for your father-in-law and uncle on your wedding night.” Victor stepped closer from behind, his hands gently but firmly gripping my waist. “He’s right. You were such a good girl for us. Moaning and begging like the perfect family slut. Your husband has no idea what a filthy, cockhungry wife he married tonight.”

I felt trapped—not just physically, but in every sense of the word. “This is blackmail,” I whispered. “This is business.” I looked down at the contract again. Marriage. To a man I had just met. A man whose name was feared. A man who spoke of ownership as if it were a natural law. “You’ll live with me,” Dominic said. “Publicly, you will be my wife. Privately, you will follow my rules.” “What rules?” I asked. He paused, considering. “You will not leave my property without permission. You will not speak to the media. You will not attempt contact with anyone I haven’t approved.”

"He’s gone soft. He’s at the cottage with the girl. He’s unprotected. If you want to make your move, do it now. Just make sure the baby stays with the family when you’re done with him." I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. The war wasn't over. It had just changed shapes. My husband was finally acting like a man, but the monsters were still circling the house. I looked at Dominic through the window. He was currently being scolded by Nonna for drying a plate the wrong way, and he was taking it with a genuine, lopsided grin. I realized then that I wasn't just fighting for my freedom anymore. I was fighting for the man he was trying to become.

His voice dripped with accusation, almost mocking. My eyes went wide, and I shook my head frantically. “No! I don’t—never have!” Before I could say more, he seized my hand and pressed it against his bare abdomen. My breath caught at the hard ridges beneath my palm. “If you want to touch abs,” he said, his voice a dark whisper, “then touch mine. I’m your husband. Do whatever you want with me—but don’t lay your hands on other men.” My eyes widened in shock. My hand trembled against him, but he didn’t let go.

My hands clenched into fists. "And even if she divorces me, even if she runs to you, even if you think you've won..." He smiled, and it was the ugliest thing I'd ever seen. "You'll never have her. Not really. Because deep down, she'll always know you abandoned her once. And she'll spend every day waiting for you to do it again." He turned to leave, then paused. "She's mine, Storm. Even in divorce. Even in your bed. Even when she's whispering your name." His eyes glittered with malice. "She'll always be mine."

: Awnnn my hubby is so romantic he looks so cute with that expression "Feifei's one and only wife: This proposal is so romantic and she is so pretty in that dress. "Feibai's favourite wife": Wow CEO Mo is so pretty they are the perfect match, A match made in heaven. "hiuyan's future hubby": Wuuwuuu my wifey has left me after all my love, But even if she doesn't love me I will continue to love her. Congratulations my hiuyan. There were numerous comments, good wishes. Meanwhile at the Mo Mansion Mother Mo was screaming her lungs out for her husband. " Old Mo!!!! Come and see, come over quickly." she shouted with force.